[The last time he hugged her he couldn't let go, there's no way he's kissing her without warning. Though he doesn't move, his brows knit and he gets a little confused frown because if he wants to and she wants to then why aren't they, but her apologetic look keeps him quiet for long enough for her to explain it. And while he doesn't flinch at how she says it he tenses up enough for his knuckles gripping the bike to go white and back.
Then they go white and stay that way while he chews on his lip and nods. There's one big problem with that logic, but it's a big worry of his, too, so when he says it he has to drag it out of himself.]
What if I don't - [He sighs and shifts, wants to lean into her and almost does only to change it at the last second and sort of curl into himself, one hand tapping along the bike. Because, nope, still hasn't let it go.] What if I stay. Like this.
[Because maybe it's not a when you're like this. It might be pessimism but he's pretty sure the phrase should be you're like this now.]
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Then they go white and stay that way while he chews on his lip and nods. There's one big problem with that logic, but it's a big worry of his, too, so when he says it he has to drag it out of himself.]
What if I don't - [He sighs and shifts, wants to lean into her and almost does only to change it at the last second and sort of curl into himself, one hand tapping along the bike. Because, nope, still hasn't let it go.] What if I stay. Like this.
[Because maybe it's not a when you're like this. It might be pessimism but he's pretty sure the phrase should be you're like this now.]