[ The glowing warmth on Vero's face, the way the light from the movie screen dances in his eyes, the coolness of his finger as it brushes over his... if Chance didn't know any better, he'd suspect they were the stars of this movie, not the actors whose names he never bothered to learn. He's almost certain he knows what Vero wants to say - I like you. I love you. - and he feels those words on the tip of his tongue too, practically prying at his jaw to escape his lips... but he's not brave like the protagonists. He's just Chance, a simple boy with a big heart and almost an equally large amount of anxiety.
He squeezes his hand a little tighter. ] No. Tell me... please. [ Please prove to him that he isn't wrong, that he's not overthinking this, that despite hurting someone in the past it's okay for him to love again-- ] I mean- only if you want to.
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He squeezes his hand a little tighter. ] No. Tell me... please. [ Please prove to him that he isn't wrong, that he's not overthinking this, that despite hurting someone in the past it's okay for him to love again-- ] I mean- only if you want to.