He shuts his eyes. Her lips are soft, and he can't respond. It just makes him sad. So he does pull back, but only half an inch or so.
He doesn't get it. Before it all ended, he understood. Last year, he knew. It was her and him, and surely only a matter of time. But these last months, it's all been a nightmare, and then she found out what he really is - it doesn't make sense that she would be kissing him now.
But her mouth is only a fraction distant, and he doesn't want her thinking he's rejecting her. So he swallows hard, and leans in, and presses his mouth to hers. Not for long, and even softer than she did. Then he straightens, and puts his arms around her, holding her loosely. It's easier to do that than...anything else. Anything more, at this point, just seems too difficult.
no subject
He doesn't get it. Before it all ended, he understood. Last year, he knew. It was her and him, and surely only a matter of time. But these last months, it's all been a nightmare, and then she found out what he really is - it doesn't make sense that she would be kissing him now.
But her mouth is only a fraction distant, and he doesn't want her thinking he's rejecting her. So he swallows hard, and leans in, and presses his mouth to hers. Not for long, and even softer than she did. Then he straightens, and puts his arms around her, holding her loosely. It's easier to do that than...anything else. Anything more, at this point, just seems too difficult.