[ Comforting. Warm. Giovanni feels something akin to home, a familiar face that has been around since the first few days in this world, and selfishly she too wants to keep him close. Especially now that they live on opposite ends—Olympia and Wyver—whose truce is coming to a swift end despite her wishes for it not to. Perhaps then she'd give into the option of going back to Olympia.
But she can't. And subconsciously she mentally takes her own step back, pulling her heart away from the idea of concreting itself into feelings for someone else.
Still, she appears visibly concerned when he pulls back. Her head leaving his shoulder as she continues to hold his hand. ]
Are you okay? [ Genuine concern laces with every word. ] Sorry... did I say something wrong?
[He shakes his head, a small tight motion, smiles a brittle kind of smile.]
I've just had enough dancing for now.
[Because he can't say she said something wrong, not exactly. Not when it's exactly the kind of thing he's always wanted to hear and to have, for someone to see him as something other than unforgivably flawed. But all of this-- it isn't for the likes of him, shouldn't be.
(Whatever would Mother say?)
And so he takes another step back. Drops her hand. Repeats himself.]
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But she can't. And subconsciously she mentally takes her own step back, pulling her heart away from the idea of concreting itself into feelings for someone else.
Still, she appears visibly concerned when he pulls back. Her head leaving his shoulder as she continues to hold his hand. ]
Are you okay? [ Genuine concern laces with every word. ] Sorry... did I say something wrong?
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I've just had enough dancing for now.
[Because he can't say she said something wrong, not exactly. Not when it's exactly the kind of thing he's always wanted to hear and to have, for someone to see him as something other than unforgivably flawed. But all of this-- it isn't for the likes of him, shouldn't be.
(Whatever would Mother say?)
And so he takes another step back. Drops her hand. Repeats himself.]
I need to take some air.