[ He doesn't pout, but his mouth does twist a little at the laugh. He was about to move to hold the elevator in place until she went inside but then she's moving towards him and not the door and he swears his heart actually stops.
It isn't as though she hasn't been this close before, but that was when he put her to sleep to get her to safety and he'd been just as distraught at the time that he didn't think anything of it, other than the pain and suffering.
Like this, it's impossible to not notice her warmth, the way she has to lean up a bit and how her body moves to complete the actions. He doesn't move, and somehow one simple minute feels like eternity. He's too late though, when he finally moves to hold her back she's running for her bag and the door, his cheek feels hot and he just ends up slapping himself in the face.
He can't even remember what floor he lives on now. ]
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It isn't as though she hasn't been this close before, but that was when he put her to sleep to get her to safety and he'd been just as distraught at the time that he didn't think anything of it, other than the pain and suffering.
Like this, it's impossible to not notice her warmth, the way she has to lean up a bit and how her body moves to complete the actions. He doesn't move, and somehow one simple minute feels like eternity. He's too late though, when he finally moves to hold her back she's running for her bag and the door, his cheek feels hot and he just ends up slapping himself in the face.
He can't even remember what floor he lives on now. ]