[ He does look down, one hand moving from her waist to caress her cheek, before he moves it back down, keeping her close.
It's her last words that stop him short. He blinks, surprised, and gives her an appraising look as he forces himself to move to the music once more, like nothing happened. ]
What do you mean, knowing you'll leave with someone?
[ There is a breath of confusion in his words, as he wonders - does she mean to go home soon? Does she mean to take him with her? Questions spin in his head as they spin on the dancefloor, his lips parted as he looks straight down at Isabelle. When he thinks about it - which he tries not to do too much yet - he quite likes the idea of going home with Isabelle, or taking her with him. But he knows it isn't that simple, far from it. They both have responsibilities, back home. People they care about, families to get back to. Their own, fully formed, lives.
The thought of not seeing Isabelle again feels terrifying, and he clings a little tighter, fingers digging into her hip. ]
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It's her last words that stop him short. He blinks, surprised, and gives her an appraising look as he forces himself to move to the music once more, like nothing happened. ]
What do you mean, knowing you'll leave with someone?
[ There is a breath of confusion in his words, as he wonders - does she mean to go home soon? Does she mean to take him with her? Questions spin in his head as they spin on the dancefloor, his lips parted as he looks straight down at Isabelle. When he thinks about it - which he tries not to do too much yet - he quite likes the idea of going home with Isabelle, or taking her with him. But he knows it isn't that simple, far from it. They both have responsibilities, back home. People they care about, families to get back to. Their own, fully formed, lives.
The thought of not seeing Isabelle again feels terrifying, and he clings a little tighter, fingers digging into her hip. ]