[It comes out, slow and thoughtful, but not reluctant. Slow because he's thinking and because he could've sworn he already agreed to it, only to realize that the decision was only made in his head and never stated. His attention comes back to her quick enough once she starts speaking in trades, though the way he's facing has it so that he can keep an eye on both her and the bike. It's only then that the realization of how serious she's taking this hits. She's not pleading, but there's something in it that flirts with desperation and it makes him angry with himself all over again, somewhere low and hurting in his chest. He turns to her and lets go of her hand and scowls at how fucked up it is that that is now the admission of trust, the demonstration of care.]
Don't - [Right, don't tell her what to do. Inward huff, outward huff, and a glance over at the bike as his posture suddenly goes to awkward.] Maybe, but uh. I'll go. Yeah.
[This lip-chewing moment brought to you by whatever the Dutch word for chapstick is.]
Need to give ya yours.
[Her gift, that is. Though after something like a goddamned bike he's afraid she'll find his lacking.]
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[It comes out, slow and thoughtful, but not reluctant. Slow because he's thinking and because he could've sworn he already agreed to it, only to realize that the decision was only made in his head and never stated. His attention comes back to her quick enough once she starts speaking in trades, though the way he's facing has it so that he can keep an eye on both her and the bike. It's only then that the realization of how serious she's taking this hits. She's not pleading, but there's something in it that flirts with desperation and it makes him angry with himself all over again, somewhere low and hurting in his chest. He turns to her and lets go of her hand and scowls at how fucked up it is that that is now the admission of trust, the demonstration of care.]
Don't - [Right, don't tell her what to do. Inward huff, outward huff, and a glance over at the bike as his posture suddenly goes to awkward.] Maybe, but uh. I'll go. Yeah.
[This lip-chewing moment brought to you by whatever the Dutch word for chapstick is.]
Need to give ya yours.
[Her gift, that is. Though after something like a goddamned bike he's afraid she'll find his lacking.]