[ When she jostles him, he meets her gaze for just a split second before he looks down again, carefully inching his feet further under hers as his lips pull to one side in a tempered expression of discontent. (No, he doesn't know. Sharing isn't something he was taught how to do and the word barely registers in his vocabulary as it is.)
As soon as she's standing on his feet, he slowly starts to walk, keeping his gaze fixed down as he tries not to topple her over. ]
I love you, [ he says again, following a long silence. ] 'S not— it's not selfish or unselfish. It's a fact.
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As soon as she's standing on his feet, he slowly starts to walk, keeping his gaze fixed down as he tries not to topple her over. ]
I love you, [ he says again, following a long silence. ] 'S not— it's not selfish or unselfish. It's a fact.
[ (Isn't it?) ]