[I have never once in my life written comedy, I don't know what you expected.
She clears her throat. Reaches up to grip at his arm, a distant, urgent pressure to punctuate the phantom feeling of his heart leaping up in his chest. Just a few long seconds of uncertainty in the dead silence of the room, but it seems to stretch on for ages. Until she edges her way slowly out from humming and into speaking, for the first time since—
Well. The apprehension hangs in the air for a few fragile seconds after she speaks. Like he's afraid to interrupt her, lest he miss a moment of what she has to say. But then—he folds. Composure collapsing like a deck of cards. He ducks his head, presses his forehead down into hers, fingers still resting feather-light at the edge of her jaw. And breathless, immeasurably fond, if not entirely steady—]
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She clears her throat. Reaches up to grip at his arm, a distant, urgent pressure to punctuate the phantom feeling of his heart leaping up in his chest. Just a few long seconds of uncertainty in the dead silence of the room, but it seems to stretch on for ages. Until she edges her way slowly out from humming and into speaking, for the first time since—
Well. The apprehension hangs in the air for a few fragile seconds after she speaks. Like he's afraid to interrupt her, lest he miss a moment of what she has to say. But then—he folds. Composure collapsing like a deck of cards. He ducks his head, presses his forehead down into hers, fingers still resting feather-light at the edge of her jaw. And breathless, immeasurably fond, if not entirely steady—]
Hi, yourself.
[Go on.]