[She feels it, of course, the instant her sweet and pleasant stupor starts to turn acrid and sour from the influence of his emotions trickling down into her. It clears some of the haze, making her blink twice as if clearing cobwebs from her thoughts, and she focuses on him a little more closely now that she's able to grasp a few precious seconds of semi-clarity amid the otherwise cloying haze.]
That's not what I said...
[Though it is, theoretically, the crux of his secret; that much is obvious. But it doesn't take a master detective to figure out that this is where his anxiety is stemming from — something about the prospect of showing her unnerves him, and his raw emotion makes her stomach twist.]
There's something under it? Something...that bothers you.
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That's not what I said...
[Though it is, theoretically, the crux of his secret; that much is obvious. But it doesn't take a master detective to figure out that this is where his anxiety is stemming from — something about the prospect of showing her unnerves him, and his raw emotion makes her stomach twist.]
There's something under it? Something...that bothers you.