[Siffrin's face only gets darker somehow. Didn't even really think that was possible at this point. Their hand flexes uncertainly between Isabeau's before tentatively settling in that secure grip.]
Sorry, I don't mean to–
[They gesture vaguely with their free hand, hoping that it somehow conveys all of their fumbling and neuroticism and latent issues. There's a lot to cover there and he's not the most eloquent person. Even thinking about all of it just highlights how absurd this whole thing is to him. Surely, someone like Isabeau could pull basically anyone he wants. It's hardly like he's lacking in options, and anyone else would probably come with a lot less baggage.
The struggle for words saves them from saying as much, at least, and Siffrin bites back the instinct to keep picking at this. They won't insult Isabeau by continuing to question and test him.
(Not right now, at least. One day at a time.)
Taking a breath, Siffrin just. Leans forward, and lets their forehead rest lightly against Isabeau's shoulder.]
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Sorry, I don't mean to–
[They gesture vaguely with their free hand, hoping that it somehow conveys all of their fumbling and neuroticism and latent issues. There's a lot to cover there and he's not the most eloquent person. Even thinking about all of it just highlights how absurd this whole thing is to him. Surely, someone like Isabeau could pull basically anyone he wants. It's hardly like he's lacking in options, and anyone else would probably come with a lot less baggage.
The struggle for words saves them from saying as much, at least, and Siffrin bites back the instinct to keep picking at this. They won't insult Isabeau by continuing to question and test him.
(Not right now, at least. One day at a time.)
Taking a breath, Siffrin just. Leans forward, and lets their forehead rest lightly against Isabeau's shoulder.]
...Thanks.