[That's okay, too. He gets it. It's not like he's offended or anything, except for the part where he looks hurt and can't seem to meet her gaze anymore.
Logically, he knows something like this is going to take time.
But when's the last time he favored logic over emotion? That's what he really hates about this place: what it's done to him.]
Okay.
[He leans forward and tilts his forehead down to meet hers and just stands there for a few seconds like that, eyes briefly slipping shut. One squeeze of her hand later, and then he's half a foot out of her bubble of personal space, then one foot, then two feet, backing up toward 509's door.]
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Logically, he knows something like this is going to take time.
But when's the last time he favored logic over emotion? That's what he really hates about this place: what it's done to him.]
Okay.
[He leans forward and tilts his forehead down to meet hers and just stands there for a few seconds like that, eyes briefly slipping shut. One squeeze of her hand later, and then he's half a foot out of her bubble of personal space, then one foot, then two feet, backing up toward 509's door.]
I'll see you around, Steph.