[ It's not what he meant. It's not nearly what he meant, but Natasha knows that, and he couldn't have asked for a more crystal clear answer. Honesty is all he's ever asked of her, and he's certainly earned it this time. He'd been the one to kiss her. He should count himself lucky that she even still wants to be his friend.
He's just not sure there's any going back for him. But that's not her problem.
His own gaze goes toward the small sounds of scuffling when hers does, and it stays there in an absent kind of way when she looks back to him. A smile would've fallen flat anyway. He can still feel her eyes on him, and he looks down before speaking. ] Just let me grab a change of clothes first.
[ He's keenly aware of her as he moves past, even though the space around her to the hallway is wide and open. ]
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He's just not sure there's any going back for him. But that's not her problem.
His own gaze goes toward the small sounds of scuffling when hers does, and it stays there in an absent kind of way when she looks back to him. A smile would've fallen flat anyway. He can still feel her eyes on him, and he looks down before speaking. ] Just let me grab a change of clothes first.
[ He's keenly aware of her as he moves past, even though the space around her to the hallway is wide and open. ]