He notices how she draws back, like a cornered animal attempting to retreat, and it tugs at his heartstrings in a way that's familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She's not afraid of him, is she?]
Was I bein' too forward?
[Perhaps it's the loss of blood from several important parts of his body that's contributing to his behavior, but he does reach out to take her hand again, squeezing firmly this time.]
I'm sorry.
If you don't want me to touch ya like that, I'll let go. Promise.
[It was an act of solidarity this time, not some sort of silly move. He does release his hold, like he vowed earlier.]
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He notices how she draws back, like a cornered animal attempting to retreat, and it tugs at his heartstrings in a way that's familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She's not afraid of him, is she?]
Was I bein' too forward?
[Perhaps it's the loss of blood from several important parts of his body that's contributing to his behavior, but he does reach out to take her hand again, squeezing firmly this time.]
I'm sorry.
If you don't want me to touch ya like that, I'll let go. Promise.
[It was an act of solidarity this time, not some sort of silly move. He does release his hold, like he vowed earlier.]
You seem a little lonely.
["In a way, so am I."]