( someone help him. this is the worst. pink colours his face as soon as she returns the hug with a delighted hum and he briefly regrets making this decision. is this really okay? is it—ah, shit. she's looking at him.
at his face.
which somehow gets a little darker now that he knows that she knows. )
no subject
at his face.
which somehow gets a little darker now that he knows that she knows. )
Uh.
( is the very elegant reply he offers her. )