[ He's totally not ready to say anything yet - if he had had the chance to speak, he would have started talking about something else, probably, and that's not helpful or beneficial right now. Not necessarily the precise opposite of those either, but right now the situation could probably use all the help and benefits it can get.
Like this kiss, which is saying so much anyway, reinforcing everything she just told him, everything she just showed him, and he doesn't know how to accept that but he can accept this, the tangible proof of it beyond the ephemerality of memory and emotion. She's being definitive, not allowing for any misunderstanding, and she's taking her time with him. He still doesn't know what to do, really, but he can tell that something has shifted. Hopefully it will stay that way.
He starts to disengage when he starts to run out of breath in earnest. He stayed with her as long as he could - partially because it was just a really good kiss and partially because he was still considering what he was going to do now - but he does eventually have to pull away, pulling in deep lungfuls of air. And, hey, if that was another way to keep himself from talking, give himself some more time, he's okay with it too.
But now he's not doing anything and he still can't move and he's looking at her trying not to actually pant the breath back into himself and he has no idea what he wants. He wanted this, without the trick. He might still want it. He doesn't want to be left alone, and he's fairly certain that if they stop here and he gets up and dressed and they go try to do something, anything, it will almost immediately feel awkward and they'll split out of separate senses of preservation. He might still be trying to find the last traces of reassurance, one last check for deceit in her eyes. Mostly though, he wants her to say something. He thinks she's probably waiting on him to say something, but all he can offer her right now is the clear feeling of not wanting to be alone - which she clearly already has - and a sense of trying to come to his feet on what is now a very shaken foundation. He needs something to build it back up with, and he has no idea what that would be. ]
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Like this kiss, which is saying so much anyway, reinforcing everything she just told him, everything she just showed him, and he doesn't know how to accept that but he can accept this, the tangible proof of it beyond the ephemerality of memory and emotion. She's being definitive, not allowing for any misunderstanding, and she's taking her time with him. He still doesn't know what to do, really, but he can tell that something has shifted. Hopefully it will stay that way.
He starts to disengage when he starts to run out of breath in earnest. He stayed with her as long as he could - partially because it was just a really good kiss and partially because he was still considering what he was going to do now - but he does eventually have to pull away, pulling in deep lungfuls of air. And, hey, if that was another way to keep himself from talking, give himself some more time, he's okay with it too.
But now he's not doing anything and he still can't move and he's looking at her trying not to actually pant the breath back into himself and he has no idea what he wants. He wanted this, without the trick. He might still want it. He doesn't want to be left alone, and he's fairly certain that if they stop here and he gets up and dressed and they go try to do something, anything, it will almost immediately feel awkward and they'll split out of separate senses of preservation. He might still be trying to find the last traces of reassurance, one last check for deceit in her eyes. Mostly though, he wants her to say something. He thinks she's probably waiting on him to say something, but all he can offer her right now is the clear feeling of not wanting to be alone - which she clearly already has - and a sense of trying to come to his feet on what is now a very shaken foundation. He needs something to build it back up with, and he has no idea what that would be. ]