Noting her closeness, he didn’t dare to look at her as he attempted to work out the situation. “No need to apologize,” he said, his tone of voice warm and forgiving. “He’s still learning; no fault in that, really…” He kept his gaze trained on the opening in the thicket where they had entered, deeply wanting to remember this evening, this night, for as long as he could remember. Somewhere, somehow, just being with this unlikely pair, made him feel whole.
Once he had brushed away his current cloud of thoughts, he looked at her. He wanted to ask something, know something, but whatever it was, she was making him draw blanks. Whatever she presented him, it was new, undoubtedly something he couldn’t even grasp a year ago. Was it attraction? Fondness? For all he knew, this thing, this connection was more than just trust. Love, maybe? His brows knit together for a brief moment, either way, he stayed put.
To flinch away or simply get up to regain space between them, he figured, would hurt her feelings or send out several wrong messages that he didn’t mean to convey. It was ungentlemanly in the least to turn a lady away, particularly when she merely requested his presence. He tried again to ask her a question, but was distracted as Raigo’s figure came into focus and, to his surprise, nestled, not just nearby, but right on top of both of them. His jowls closed silently, just smiling as he suppressed a chuckle. The weasel must have been thoroughly enjoyed...
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(This post was last modified: Jan 23, 2011, 12:52 AM by Borden.)