( it's a tease, but he only realizes, only remembers, when he bends his arm at the elbow, draws their hands up so that the back of her glove is pointed in his direction, close enough to kiss her hand: that of course she must know that, they're connected like this, touching like this, and she can probably tell everything he's feeling. or at least, as much as he's letting be known--and he is happy, and he is just a tiny bit tired, but there's more to it.
it feels selfish, in some ways, to be so happy that they're here together, and he doesn't know how to best voice that. doesn't even know if he should, given how calm and warm and steady kyoko is beside him, where she tilts her head in his direction, and with one last kiss to her hand, drops their arms down so that he can twist to look at her, too. her eyes are pretty like this, in the sunlight, so it's some time before he can manage to talk again. )
Maybe you can take your gloves off again, later. ( is it weird? he just misses the touch of her skin there. ) I think it might feel nice...in the sunshine. Warm, you know?
( but there's no pressure: never any pressure, with her, with him. he's still smiling, squinting a little, though he cants his head back into the grass to look up to make sure the sound he hears isn't anyone coming close; no, it's just some birds, he thinks, chirping around near one of the patches of flowers. )
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( it's a tease, but he only realizes, only remembers, when he bends his arm at the elbow, draws their hands up so that the back of her glove is pointed in his direction, close enough to kiss her hand: that of course she must know that, they're connected like this, touching like this, and she can probably tell everything he's feeling. or at least, as much as he's letting be known--and he is happy, and he is just a tiny bit tired, but there's more to it.
it feels selfish, in some ways, to be so happy that they're here together, and he doesn't know how to best voice that. doesn't even know if he should, given how calm and warm and steady kyoko is beside him, where she tilts her head in his direction, and with one last kiss to her hand, drops their arms down so that he can twist to look at her, too. her eyes are pretty like this, in the sunlight, so it's some time before he can manage to talk again. )
Maybe you can take your gloves off again, later. ( is it weird? he just misses the touch of her skin there. ) I think it might feel nice...in the sunshine. Warm, you know?
( but there's no pressure: never any pressure, with her, with him. he's still smiling, squinting a little, though he cants his head back into the grass to look up to make sure the sound he hears isn't anyone coming close; no, it's just some birds, he thinks, chirping around near one of the patches of flowers. )