[Without much hesitation, A-ya shifts his hand to hold hers. It's so easy to do. It shouldn't be. This sort of thing should be beyond him, something he would never understand. Maybe... that's an immature way of thinking.
It's still how he thinks, though, and he isn't someone who deludes himself. These thoughts are so easy to read but messy when matched up to the strange feelings shoving them back. He wants to write them down and get them out or distract himself somehow.
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It's still how he thinks, though, and he isn't someone who deludes himself. These thoughts are so easy to read but messy when matched up to the strange feelings shoving them back. He wants to write them down and get them out or distract himself somehow.
Ah.
A-ya glances back up at her.]
...Would you keep me company now then?