He chuffs out a soft laugh again, unsure what to make of the compliment but taking it all the same.
"Heh, yeah.” A hand rakes through his hair and settles at the nape of his neck, rubbing. “…Guess I am."
Candlelight dinners and playing footsie under the table, flowers and chocolates and deep, lingering kisses on the couch. The traditions and rituals of dating are part of a world that doesn't exist anymore, feeling strange to him like tugging on old clothes and finding that they don’t quite fit the same. You took what you could get these days. The careful brush of fingers against his arm, a hungry, needy, too-quick kiss. Gestures of affection so few and far between. You devoured every last pity-scrap the world tossed your way, always expecting to be robbed the next day of the chance to feel human for small spaces of time. He hasn't come into this with any expectations - it's a Capitol-run event after all - but it's surreal all the same, being here.
“You runnin’ from yours?” It’s said goodnaturedly, a gentle nudge of a joke.
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"Heh, yeah.” A hand rakes through his hair and settles at the nape of his neck, rubbing. “…Guess I am."
Candlelight dinners and playing footsie under the table, flowers and chocolates and deep, lingering kisses on the couch. The traditions and rituals of dating are part of a world that doesn't exist anymore, feeling strange to him like tugging on old clothes and finding that they don’t quite fit the same. You took what you could get these days. The careful brush of fingers against his arm, a hungry, needy, too-quick kiss. Gestures of affection so few and far between. You devoured every last pity-scrap the world tossed your way, always expecting to be robbed the next day of the chance to feel human for small spaces of time. He hasn't come into this with any expectations - it's a Capitol-run event after all - but it's surreal all the same, being here.
“You runnin’ from yours?” It’s said goodnaturedly, a gentle nudge of a joke.