[He sighs at that, and his eyes drift close a moment, not able to think of a valid excuse and getting tired of hiding the big things from people he cares about.
When she brings her hand to his face, his eyes open again, slowly, to gaze into hers. Unlike just a moment ago, they are mellow and dulcet. Her question is now far forgotten as his hand comes up to rest gently against hers, fingers ever-so-slightly curled, as he takes a half step closer to her.]
Do you want her to kiss him or him her? Also god I did not pick icons with this in mind.
When she brings her hand to his face, his eyes open again, slowly, to gaze into hers. Unlike just a moment ago, they are mellow and dulcet. Her question is now far forgotten as his hand comes up to rest gently against hers, fingers ever-so-slightly curled, as he takes a half step closer to her.]