[ that happiness is infectious. it's easy to forget that slight he must have done. (at least, for now. he's very worried that he's already gone and screwed up something so good, and that plays low underneath his joy, but, he's always a little worried, so maybe that's not that new.)
yin yu can't help but smile back. gentle, small, but still present; his hand squeezes hers. ] ...I would too.
[he's always worried, it's true, but she wants to do something to ease that worry. that desire to help mingles with the warmth and affection that she can't shake when his hand squeezes hers, and her cheeks flush lightly.]
Good. I am glad.
[...it really is nice, that he wants to spend time with her like this. it means so much more to her than she knows how to express - but luckily, he can feel it.]
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yin yu can't help but smile back. gentle, small, but still present; his hand squeezes hers. ] ...I would too.
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Good. I am glad.
[...it really is nice, that he wants to spend time with her like this. it means so much more to her than she knows how to express - but luckily, he can feel it.]