[He doesn't seem to mind the gesture, at least, even though he still seems a bit stiff rather than warming into the touch of others as he normally does.
There's a moment of quiet at the suggestion, though it's not because he's thinking over his answer. Rather, it seems at first like he might not have even heard it, his gaze firmly fixed on the figure. It seems perfectly still, so maybe she's right - a body, just a body.
But eventually, he shakes his head and slips his hand away from hers.]
I have to look, every time. [Penance, maybe. A sense of duty. Even if it isn't real, how could he just leave things like this? Then, softly:] You can wait here, if you'd like. I don't want to burden you.
[But he won't stop her if she decides to follow along as he steps away from the little trail and into the flowers. She'll just have to take care; the carpet of them is thick, though many have already been snapped and flattened as they draw closer.]
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There's a moment of quiet at the suggestion, though it's not because he's thinking over his answer. Rather, it seems at first like he might not have even heard it, his gaze firmly fixed on the figure. It seems perfectly still, so maybe she's right - a body, just a body.
But eventually, he shakes his head and slips his hand away from hers.]
I have to look, every time. [Penance, maybe. A sense of duty. Even if it isn't real, how could he just leave things like this? Then, softly:] You can wait here, if you'd like. I don't want to burden you.
[But he won't stop her if she decides to follow along as he steps away from the little trail and into the flowers. She'll just have to take care; the carpet of them is thick, though many have already been snapped and flattened as they draw closer.]