&maybe he feels like he’s pushing this conversation into a direction she doesn’t want to dive in, but he feels guilty for making her suddenly look as if she’s caved into herself.
“it’s okay. you don’t have to if you don’t want to. it’s for fun. sorry for, uh, bringing it up.”
(small fingers of INSECURITY will pry at her heart, but it is the simple childish pride that causes her to draw herself up. )
❝it’s okay.❞
she’ll say this more to herself than to him, frowning as she speaks – a frown that is quickly replaced with a bright smile.
[ and he hadn’t even realized just how close to her he was, and he cleared his throat before picking off the little flint she had on her nose, before showing it to her. ]
”Um. Sorry. You had this.. there.”
(small childish eyes will look down; CURIOSITY and childish desire can be seen. )