[ she notices how stiff that sounds, having known him for as long as she has. typically, conversations like this go smoothly on his end and awkwardly on hers— hadn't he even teased her about having a fling with someone when they visited xian du together? but in the here and now, things are just... weird. if she didn't know any better, she'd think that this is something he doesn't feel comfortable talking about. and when she tries to think of why that's even a possibility...
if there were ever a perfect opportunity to drop the fibs she's been telling and give him the whole truth, this could possibly be it. the optimist in her especially thinks it could be a good idea, at least. she's almost sure he kissed her back, however faintly, under the mistletoe and he's been tossing compliments her way since they met up, too; first he had said she looked good, and now he's saying that it's hard not to notice her and that she could win this mystery guy of hers over if she tried. couple that with how he's not being his typical, teasing self, and... well, maybe there's a very small chance that he feels the same that she does, right? she's spent the time they've been apart since their "date" convincing herself that her feelings will probably never be realized, but what if she's wrong? she did this when she liked jude, too— she convinced herself not to say anything to him when they were young. then, when he finally came home from fennmont, he had milla. she had waited for too long, tried to shove her feelings down too much, and she lost her chance completely because of it.
after a pause that's probably a little longer than it ought to be, that thought is what drives her as she opens her mouth to respond. ]
Look, I—
[ she's about to spill the beans, to tell him that it's him that she's got her eye on, but the whistle and bang of the first firework of the night interrupts her, and she tears her eyes away from him to look up to the sky. after the first one, a series of fireworks start to go off, and there's no way she'll be able to talk to him with that going on, so... her confession will have to wait, apparently. ]
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if there were ever a perfect opportunity to drop the fibs she's been telling and give him the whole truth, this could possibly be it. the optimist in her especially thinks it could be a good idea, at least. she's almost sure he kissed her back, however faintly, under the mistletoe and he's been tossing compliments her way since they met up, too; first he had said she looked good, and now he's saying that it's hard not to notice her and that she could win this mystery guy of hers over if she tried. couple that with how he's not being his typical, teasing self, and... well, maybe there's a very small chance that he feels the same that she does, right? she's spent the time they've been apart since their "date" convincing herself that her feelings will probably never be realized, but what if she's wrong? she did this when she liked jude, too— she convinced herself not to say anything to him when they were young. then, when he finally came home from fennmont, he had milla. she had waited for too long, tried to shove her feelings down too much, and she lost her chance completely because of it.
after a pause that's probably a little longer than it ought to be, that thought is what drives her as she opens her mouth to respond. ]
Look, I—
[ she's about to spill the beans, to tell him that it's him that she's got her eye on, but the whistle and bang of the first firework of the night interrupts her, and she tears her eyes away from him to look up to the sky. after the first one, a series of fireworks start to go off, and there's no way she'll be able to talk to him with that going on, so... her confession will have to wait, apparently. ]