Koa
Koa feels rather out of his depth as he follows her to the cafe, depositing Pipsqueak onto a chair (she immediately abandons it in favor of Tarak's) and settling into his own. He orders a (double) whisky sour before settling into his seat, the drumming of his fingers on the table a clear indicator of his nerves. Still he does his best to offer her a reassuring smile, concern and confusion still rife in his face as his eyebrows deepen their furrow. "I could never hate you," he promises sincerely, a surging desire to reach for her hands making his heart ache.
He lets her take her time in coming to the point, though impatience and anxiety are roaring a storm around his poor little brain. Does she want him to leave Stormbreak? Has her new partner hurt her? Has she gotten into trouble somehow, and needs his help getting out? Koa takes a deep pull of his drink, relishing the burn of the whisky and lime as it rushes down his throat, kicking him out of his head and centering him back into the present moment.
Which is good, because her confession is something he will need his whole brain to navigate.
"Um. Oh." The abrupt increase in Koa's heartbeat has him feeling dizzy. Color rises up his neck, darkening his ears which are roaring as he tries to struggle through what he's just heard. A smile creeps, unquenchable, to the edges of his lips; his eyebrows furrow deeper, hopeful and confused and unwilling to believe what his heart is hoping to be true. More likely she's gearing up to explain why she never wants to see him again.
"Like... Ok, sorry, I'm confused." A nervous laugh, and he rubs his neck, trying to bring coherence to his thoughts. "Does that mean you changed your mind? About the... the other guy?" His breath catches in his throat as he searches for answers in her silver eyes.
He lets her take her time in coming to the point, though impatience and anxiety are roaring a storm around his poor little brain. Does she want him to leave Stormbreak? Has her new partner hurt her? Has she gotten into trouble somehow, and needs his help getting out? Koa takes a deep pull of his drink, relishing the burn of the whisky and lime as it rushes down his throat, kicking him out of his head and centering him back into the present moment.
Which is good, because her confession is something he will need his whole brain to navigate.
"Um. Oh." The abrupt increase in Koa's heartbeat has him feeling dizzy. Color rises up his neck, darkening his ears which are roaring as he tries to struggle through what he's just heard. A smile creeps, unquenchable, to the edges of his lips; his eyebrows furrow deeper, hopeful and confused and unwilling to believe what his heart is hoping to be true. More likely she's gearing up to explain why she never wants to see him again.
"Like... Ok, sorry, I'm confused." A nervous laugh, and he rubs his neck, trying to bring coherence to his thoughts. "Does that mean you changed your mind? About the... the other guy?" His breath catches in his throat as he searches for answers in her silver eyes.
it struck me that the two of us could run
