[ He quietens for a minute, just to slowly tilt his head to look towards her. Candle light flickers across her face, across her hair and skin. Whatever mix of feelings had been there before (probably a hot mess of happy, sad and shocked) has dulled into a quiet mix of the three that's a lot less deafening.
But it's still present. He can't change that. ]
The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable. [ It comes out as a murmur. They're close enough like this that it'll be easy for her to hear no matter how quietly he says it anyway. ]
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But it's still present. He can't change that. ]
The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable. [ It comes out as a murmur. They're close enough like this that it'll be easy for her to hear no matter how quietly he says it anyway. ]