[ Baby feels a little struck dumb, when Isabelle pulls him towards the bed. For a moment there, he feels too young, too strange, too slow; definitely not good enough for her, this Goddess of a woman that is here to save the lives of innocents. He feels like his hands are too big and his feet are too wide and his heart is too fast, like he doesn't have enough experience to treat her right and the way she deserves, like he isn't good enough a man to be left alone in private with Isabelle Lightwood.
His mouth opens, then closes, words refusing to come out properly, thoughts jumbled at the back of his throat. He looks down at their intertwined fingers, the softness of her skin, the runes he can see poking out from her outfit. ]
I'm sorry - [ He says first, like it makes any sense. Goddamn his words and his struggle with them. ] - I, I mean. Izzy, I want to be - I'm not - I haven't been - [ He curses inwardly, running a hand over his face. and then, through his hair. ]
I haven't been with many people. [ He finally lets out, and it sounds so stupid. ]
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His mouth opens, then closes, words refusing to come out properly, thoughts jumbled at the back of his throat. He looks down at their intertwined fingers, the softness of her skin, the runes he can see poking out from her outfit. ]
I'm sorry - [ He says first, like it makes any sense. Goddamn his words and his struggle with them. ] - I, I mean. Izzy, I want to be - I'm not - I haven't been - [ He curses inwardly, running a hand over his face. and then, through his hair. ]
I haven't been with many people. [ He finally lets out, and it sounds so stupid. ]