[Her words help snap him out of it, quickly realizing how awkward this is going to get.]
No, it's—
[Well shit. What the hell is he supposed to say? It's not that he... ...Well, no, what does he feel about this? Other than a lot of confused, conflicted emotions.
Okay, Alvin, you're the adult here. ...The adult. Technically they're both adults now, but he is once again realizing one of the problems here is how much older he is. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg. He doesn't want to hurt her, that much he knows, but...he has a very strong feeling that that's what's going to happen no matter what. So...take this one step at a time.
He takes a breath.]
Leia. [He's looking at her properly now, and there is an impulse to reach out and take her hand. And now that he's noticing these impulses, he's beginning to understand why. But he just resists instead, his grip tightening against the bench instead.] That someone you were talking about... Was it me? [And now a little more hesitantly.] Do you...?
[...Actually like him? He can't quite bring himself to actually say it, as if also not really believing it possible, so his voice trails off in some awkward uncertainty. Does she lo—no. No he's not going to allow that thought.]
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No, it's—
[Well shit. What the hell is he supposed to say? It's not that he... ...Well, no, what does he feel about this? Other than a lot of confused, conflicted emotions.
Okay, Alvin, you're the adult here. ...The adult. Technically they're both adults now, but he is once again realizing one of the problems here is how much older he is. And that's not even the tip of the iceberg. He doesn't want to hurt her, that much he knows, but...he has a very strong feeling that that's what's going to happen no matter what. So...take this one step at a time.
He takes a breath.]
Leia. [He's looking at her properly now, and there is an impulse to reach out and take her hand. And now that he's noticing these impulses, he's beginning to understand why. But he just resists instead, his grip tightening against the bench instead.] That someone you were talking about... Was it me? [And now a little more hesitantly.] Do you...?
[...Actually like him? He can't quite bring himself to actually say it, as if also not really believing it possible, so his voice trails off in some awkward uncertainty. Does she lo—no. No he's not going to allow that thought.]