The feeling of her smooth delicate hands surprised him and Rufus was surprised to realize that Miss Lockhart had no gloves on. He was sure if someone saw they would object, but really who could see in this fog. He could barely see Miss Lockhart's own face less than a half a meter away and if someone did see them, it would be even more difficult to see their hands. But he could feel his heart thump in his chest at the contact and hoped that Miss Lockhart was alright with this development. Gently he steered her closer to him - so he wouldn't have to worry about leading her into something accidentally, he justified to himself - and took a step forward further into the fog.
They'd need to try to stay in a straight line if they were to arrive at their destination and the streetlights had been his best guess for that line before Miss Lockhart had run into him. He squinted through the dim gray cover for the next street light as he led them forward, grateful that he hadn't accidentally stepped them off the sidewalk with his first move. Hopefully that meant the streetlight would be before them before too long.
Miss Lockhart was quiet for a moment and Rufus found himself annoyed as he spotted a flowerbed in front of steps. Now they were going toward the row of houses instead of the sidewalk. He paused them for a moment and thought about the direction Miss Lockhart had been facing when she found him. That was to his current left, he was pretty sure. So they needed to go to his right. He started them forward again, keeping the outline of railings and flowerbeds to his right and Miss Lockhart tucked into his left, their joined hands nestled by the folds of her dress.
When she spoke again it almost surprised him. "There's nothing to thank, Miss Lockhart." He told her, although from the addition he really wondered what else she meant that she was thanking him for, it wasn't just for the fog, that much was obvious. But what she might not know was that he would help her until the day she told him she didn't want his help. As unrealistic and pathetic as that might be. He knew there was only a slim chance that whatever this was might actually work out, but until it didn't he fully intended to continue being there for Miss Lockhart. Which of course reminded him of the conversation he didn't to have with her. But right now didn't seem like the right time, she was much too upset already. Did it ever seem like there would be a right time?
BEE-utiful set!
They'd need to try to stay in a straight line if they were to arrive at their destination and the streetlights had been his best guess for that line before Miss Lockhart had run into him. He squinted through the dim gray cover for the next street light as he led them forward, grateful that he hadn't accidentally stepped them off the sidewalk with his first move. Hopefully that meant the streetlight would be before them before too long.
Miss Lockhart was quiet for a moment and Rufus found himself annoyed as he spotted a flowerbed in front of steps. Now they were going toward the row of houses instead of the sidewalk. He paused them for a moment and thought about the direction Miss Lockhart had been facing when she found him. That was to his current left, he was pretty sure. So they needed to go to his right. He started them forward again, keeping the outline of railings and flowerbeds to his right and Miss Lockhart tucked into his left, their joined hands nestled by the folds of her dress.
When she spoke again it almost surprised him. "There's nothing to thank, Miss Lockhart." He told her, although from the addition he really wondered what else she meant that she was thanking him for, it wasn't just for the fog, that much was obvious. But what she might not know was that he would help her until the day she told him she didn't want his help. As unrealistic and pathetic as that might be. He knew there was only a slim chance that whatever this was might actually work out, but until it didn't he fully intended to continue being there for Miss Lockhart. Which of course reminded him of the conversation he didn't to have with her. But right now didn't seem like the right time, she was much too upset already. Did it ever seem like there would be a right time?
BEE-utiful set!