Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

She seemed incredibly uncomfortable with the current topic. Not only did she not seem to calm much with his reassurance, her discomfort only seemed to increase with his question. He watched her for a few moments, a frown forming on his face. Why does this make you so uncomfortable? he asked. I like you and it appears that you feel the same way about me. He shrugged a little even though his heart sped up at the thought that he might have read everything all wrong. But it was just insecurity talking. It was bound to come up eventually, he pointed out, eyebrow raised. I mean, unless that's not something you want...which I would respect. He watched her curiously, studying her expression as he waited.