It could so easily ring hollow, as so much did that she saw from him before. It would ring hollow - no matter the tone, no matter the look on his face - if it were not for the conversation that preceded it, the clear sense that they do, in fact, share an understanding. She has never felt quite that way, herself - in all of her bleak and self-doubting hours, it has still not been others' opinions of her that have concerned her, and if she has surprised people, for better or for worse, then she does not concern herself with that overmuch, either - but she can see that it is genuine, at least.
She wonders, for a moment, whether it is also true.
But she does not know him well enough to begin to guess. For the moment, she meets his wink with a slightly more honest smile, and takes his proffered arm, her touch light. "Thank you." For the gesture, of course: for the conversation, too, and even for his more foolish flirting before. She hesitates a moment, and then leans in, brushing a feather-light kiss to his cheek. "In this, at least, I feel myself less alone."
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Date: 2021-10-02 02:38 am (UTC)She wonders, for a moment, whether it is also true.
But she does not know him well enough to begin to guess. For the moment, she meets his wink with a slightly more honest smile, and takes his proffered arm, her touch light. "Thank you." For the gesture, of course: for the conversation, too, and even for his more foolish flirting before. She hesitates a moment, and then leans in, brushing a feather-light kiss to his cheek. "In this, at least, I feel myself less alone."