He wonders why Uldren shakes his head, and just as Uldren moves closer he reaches out as if to put a steadying hand on his shoulder. He stops himself as Uldren gets closer, but there's still concern in his expression. He wants to ask if he's okay, but he seems to have righted himself, so... maybe Boone was just reading too much into it?
In any case, he realises they're pretty close again, and more shockingly realises he doesn't really mind. This feels different to the times before when they've just held hands, and he'd be a fool not to recognise the lingering memory in his mind of when they'd kissed for that brief second- he still feels Uldren's lips on his if he really focuses on it, but he tries to push that away.
"Yeah... I'd be one too, I bet." He lowers his hand and sets it beside Uldren's. There's a rising guilt in his chest with every move he makes, thinking of Carla, of how it ended for her. But Uldren isn't Carla. Hope mingles with the guilt. "Heh. You'd make a better statue than me. Nicer to look at." There's a rare smile as he looks away, down at their hands. His fingers fiddle with the fabric of the couch as if unsure what to do with them. "Kinda glad we're both still moving, though."
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Date: 2021-12-01 02:52 am (UTC)In any case, he realises they're pretty close again, and more shockingly realises he doesn't really mind. This feels different to the times before when they've just held hands, and he'd be a fool not to recognise the lingering memory in his mind of when they'd kissed for that brief second- he still feels Uldren's lips on his if he really focuses on it, but he tries to push that away.
"Yeah... I'd be one too, I bet." He lowers his hand and sets it beside Uldren's. There's a rising guilt in his chest with every move he makes, thinking of Carla, of how it ended for her. But Uldren isn't Carla. Hope mingles with the guilt. "Heh. You'd make a better statue than me. Nicer to look at." There's a rare smile as he looks away, down at their hands. His fingers fiddle with the fabric of the couch as if unsure what to do with them. "Kinda glad we're both still moving, though."