She didn't smile back after his joke, so his own smile began to fade, and then faltered even more as she began to fidget nervously. For someone who apparently did not come to talk, she looked awfully nervous, and - suddenly it made sense. The nervousness, not the words that followed, because those made absolutely no sense at all. He tried to think back to the last encounter, tried to remember her exact words the last time they were in this situation. He remembered her repeatedly saying no when he'd pulled away last time, how she'd demanded he move away from her, how she'd claimed he was ruining everything, and nothing between then and now seemed to logically explain why she was offering to let him kiss her.
His expression was frozen, his lips parted for words that never came, his brows knitted together in confusion. Slowly he became less a statue, his eyes flickering back and forth as he tried to make sense of her question, as he tried to figure out whether or not she was genuine in her offering or whether this was some trap. It definitely felt like a trap; she'd questioned him about his impulses last time, made him wonder whether he'd actually wanted to kiss her or if there was some weird ulterior motive that he wasn't yet aware of himself, and that alone would have made him think this was a trap. But then - she did look very nervous, and her cheeks were pink in way that irritated him slightly, because after all that it didn't feel right that she got to be the nervous one. She was the one who'd told him to fuck off in her own weird way, she was the one who made a big deal about how he should never have kissed her.
He couldn't be mad at her, though, even if he wanted to—he was too busy trying to make sense of her offer to add another emotion into the mix.
"Are you asking me to kiss you?" he asked, his brows softening. He rose to his feet in order to feel as though they were on equal footing, because he was suddenly feeling insecure, but he made no move towards her. His heartbeat was still too quick to be healthy, only it was accompanied by periodic pangs whenever he considered a new ending to this odd scenario—none of them good, even though he wished he could imagine one that way, because this was still too out-of-character of her for comfort. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and began to chew on it nervously. "Because if you - if you're doing this to mess with me - don't." He thought to Fallon, how she'd toyed with him however unintentionally, and although the nature of his relationship with Miss Binns was drastically different, the idea of being toyed with was unappealing nonetheless.
His expression was frozen, his lips parted for words that never came, his brows knitted together in confusion. Slowly he became less a statue, his eyes flickering back and forth as he tried to make sense of her question, as he tried to figure out whether or not she was genuine in her offering or whether this was some trap. It definitely felt like a trap; she'd questioned him about his impulses last time, made him wonder whether he'd actually wanted to kiss her or if there was some weird ulterior motive that he wasn't yet aware of himself, and that alone would have made him think this was a trap. But then - she did look very nervous, and her cheeks were pink in way that irritated him slightly, because after all that it didn't feel right that she got to be the nervous one. She was the one who'd told him to fuck off in her own weird way, she was the one who made a big deal about how he should never have kissed her.
He couldn't be mad at her, though, even if he wanted to—he was too busy trying to make sense of her offer to add another emotion into the mix.
"Are you asking me to kiss you?" he asked, his brows softening. He rose to his feet in order to feel as though they were on equal footing, because he was suddenly feeling insecure, but he made no move towards her. His heartbeat was still too quick to be healthy, only it was accompanied by periodic pangs whenever he considered a new ending to this odd scenario—none of them good, even though he wished he could imagine one that way, because this was still too out-of-character of her for comfort. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and began to chew on it nervously. "Because if you - if you're doing this to mess with me - don't." He thought to Fallon, how she'd toyed with him however unintentionally, and although the nature of his relationship with Miss Binns was drastically different, the idea of being toyed with was unappealing nonetheless.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —