Koa
"Oh," Koa says again. And then, "I see." It's not convincing, because he's not convinced, but at least it's a little weight off his chest, that nagging guilt somewhat abated. He raises up a hand as she moves hers, then lets fall back down, grasping a fistful of empty air to rub against his thigh. Even if she was reaching for him, it wouldn't be right to reach back. Not without knowing what happened, what she wants.
What he wants, because honestly, Koa doesn't know.
The explanation of what happened has the Dragoon wincing, remembering his encounter with Jude during that absent time. "He said you were on a break," he mutters, vision focused on her feet. "I didn't... shit. I'm sorry, Soh."
This wouldn't have happened if you chose me, that terrible voice whispers.
And then? What's he meant to do from here? In a romance novel this is where Koa might sweep her off her feet, wrap his muscled arms around her and promise he won't let her down. It wouldn't be particularly smart or mature, but it would be... well, fitting. Thematic.
Dumb as a rock, but it still makes you swoon.
So for Koa, the obvious move.
"Can I give you a hug?"
What he wants, because honestly, Koa doesn't know.
The explanation of what happened has the Dragoon wincing, remembering his encounter with Jude during that absent time. "He said you were on a break," he mutters, vision focused on her feet. "I didn't... shit. I'm sorry, Soh."
This wouldn't have happened if you chose me, that terrible voice whispers.
And then? What's he meant to do from here? In a romance novel this is where Koa might sweep her off her feet, wrap his muscled arms around her and promise he won't let her down. It wouldn't be particularly smart or mature, but it would be... well, fitting. Thematic.
Dumb as a rock, but it still makes you swoon.
So for Koa, the obvious move.
"Can I give you a hug?"
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
