Northstar Vale She rides

awkwardly he looks away, feeling suddenly like he's being vouyeristic. "um, if you'd rather be alone, i can go," the androgyne says quietly, "or we can be quiet and melancholy together and not talk about our feelings at all." or, god forbid, they could talk about their feelings, but delight doesn't particularly want to and something tells him malice doesn't, either. he looks back at her carefully, his expression weary but open, slightly tinged by a quiet hopefulness that they might steal a moment of companionable sadness.