( a charged silence has settled between them. it isn't the heady rush of the winter fête, where everything felt warm and golden. rather this feels like a tripwire pulled taut, waiting for its chance to snap tightly.
and at that moment he can think of nothing he wants less.
which is why he kisses her. it's overdue, truthfully, since the theater roof when he'd seen her turn sad and quiet. how he'd wanted to comfort her, then, but had kept himself back because...
because. it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? )
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and at that moment he can think of nothing he wants less.
which is why he kisses her. it's overdue, truthfully, since the theater roof when he'd seen her turn sad and quiet. how he'd wanted to comfort her, then, but had kept himself back because...
because. it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? )