[It's her turn to loom over him now, hands braced on either side of his head, knees bent at his hips, her hair draping over them both as he guides her eyes back to him. Her heart practically leaps into her throat when she meets his gaze, and he will no doubt see the conflict pressing forward through everything else.]
... It's nothing.
[And she would climb off of him if there was anywhere to go, but there isn't, so she has no choice but to remain right where she is, eyes closing at the press of his warmth to her cheek, shielding her from the wind that is still gently brushing through.
But it's not nothing. It's far from nothing. It's too much, all at once.]
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... It's nothing.
[And she would climb off of him if there was anywhere to go, but there isn't, so she has no choice but to remain right where she is, eyes closing at the press of his warmth to her cheek, shielding her from the wind that is still gently brushing through.
But it's not nothing. It's far from nothing. It's too much, all at once.]