His smile did not falter at her response. It was not unexpected for a woman to have such reservations, but time and effort they would surely fade, right? After all, it wasn't improper to be walked home by a gentleman (although, considering the numerous eyes on them at the moment, it might look like something more).
"I would never dream of making you uncomfortable," he agreed, though a pointed look towards the crowd made it clear that he only ceased his advances for the sake of her reputation. Despite her rejection, she didn't seem any less comfortable with him than she'd been before. (In fact, he reckoned that she might have agreed if they weren't in the middle of a highly publicized event. Maybe if he could find another way to see her, somehow..)
"I understand," he said, "that the hospital is still full of patients recovering from fog-related injuries. My cousin works there." In her department, he realized. "I visit him for lunch sometimes..." A smile touched his lips. He hoped she understood his intentions—that there would be more time to see each other, in inconspicuous settings without fear of gossips spying on their every move.
"I would never dream of making you uncomfortable," he agreed, though a pointed look towards the crowd made it clear that he only ceased his advances for the sake of her reputation. Despite her rejection, she didn't seem any less comfortable with him than she'd been before. (In fact, he reckoned that she might have agreed if they weren't in the middle of a highly publicized event. Maybe if he could find another way to see her, somehow..)
"I understand," he said, "that the hospital is still full of patients recovering from fog-related injuries. My cousin works there." In her department, he realized. "I visit him for lunch sometimes..." A smile touched his lips. He hoped she understood his intentions—that there would be more time to see each other, in inconspicuous settings without fear of gossips spying on their every move.
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