[A shrug, and then quiet. He's so tense, and the urge to ease that doesn't go away but even as unsure of things as she is now, it's clear enough that he's working up to something. So she bites the inside of her cheek to keep quiet, tucks her free hand under her thigh to keep from reaching out. Turns her head just enough that she's not looking right at him, because maybe if her eyes are on the garden around them instead of his face he'll feel less studied, more able to speak. And maybe if she's not looking at the tension in his jaw she'll stop wanting to run her fingers over it until it loosens, see if she can't coax a smile out of him.]
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[A shrug, and then quiet. He's so tense, and the urge to ease that doesn't go away but even as unsure of things as she is now, it's clear enough that he's working up to something. So she bites the inside of her cheek to keep quiet, tucks her free hand under her thigh to keep from reaching out. Turns her head just enough that she's not looking right at him, because maybe if her eyes are on the garden around them instead of his face he'll feel less studied, more able to speak. And maybe if she's not looking at the tension in his jaw she'll stop wanting to run her fingers over it until it loosens, see if she can't coax a smile out of him.]