[He can't help but feel his own ripple of frustration when she only answers with that, however it's not towards her.
It's towards himself.
Still he hasn't been able to break that wall, and still he has yet to make her feel comfortable enough, trust him enough to let down those guards.
And he knows it's not going to be easy and this will take time, but it's hard to not feel a bit disappointment when things seem to be going well only to be blocked again and again. The only saving grace—]
...But not a bad something, I hope.
[—is that even if it's difficult, even if it's only small, he does feel that the wide rift between is inching closer. Bit by bit.
And the hand that had once tugged his will be covered by his own, thumb lightly pressing against her palm.]
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It's towards himself.
Still he hasn't been able to break that wall, and still he has yet to make her feel comfortable enough, trust him enough to let down those guards.
And he knows it's not going to be easy and this will take time, but it's hard to not feel a bit disappointment when things seem to be going well only to be blocked again and again. The only saving grace—]
...But not a bad something, I hope.
[—is that even if it's difficult, even if it's only small, he does feel that the wide rift between is inching closer. Bit by bit.
And the hand that had once tugged his will be covered by his own, thumb lightly pressing against her palm.]