[He hates breaking away, but he does so anyway, rushing to take the kettle off the fire. He looks over his shoulder at what she says, though, his eyes wide. She likes him... better than tea?
THAT'S SO CUTE! He's a little overwhelmed at how loved it makes him feel. Not that he doubted she liked him, but hearing it like this is still -... he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it.]
... Me, too. I mean: you!
[He moves back to her as fast as he reasonably can, and while he doesn't quite know how to start, he decides that taking her by the hand is good enough, to begin with.]
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THAT'S SO CUTE! He's a little overwhelmed at how loved it makes him feel. Not that he doubted she liked him, but hearing it like this is still -... he doesn't think he'll ever get used to it.]
... Me, too. I mean: you!
[He moves back to her as fast as he reasonably can, and while he doesn't quite know how to start, he decides that taking her by the hand is good enough, to begin with.]
Let's go upstairs.