[Allusions have been made to what this is. It's not a fling for how long they've been at it. No friends with benefits when there's feelings a bit more than liking someone. They're skirting on the edge of something more without admitting what it is. People looking in have a better grip on calling it out than them, her brother a rather strong advocate for whatever this is.
Cloud has his insecurities, the emotional baggage that makes relationships rough and difficult to start at all. He's loved and lost before, perhaps twice seeing how his memories were a mix of others and his own. Nowadays he's certain on who he is even if he doesn't remember everything. The important parts are filled in from the fragments he knows are his alone, not ones belonging to someone he thought he was.
He won't stop her from bolting if she should find herself unable to continue. Things have gotten heated before and nothing came of it when one or the other had to stop. It's easy to get hung up when your confidence takes a dive from some minor reason, typically a call back to much greater reasoning.
Another breath of hot air comes before he's reeling back some. Clouds hands aren't as obedient staying around her waist with his thumbs squeezing in.]
I'm not going to rush this. [Rushing is the number reason for fouling up. Probably. There's a good reason for his actions to linger instead of speed the course of things. He's unsure of himself, of how she's taking it for better or worse.]
You're what? [A hint of worry hangs on his tone. This doesn't sound good, her sigh and adjoining desire to just go not helping.] Is something the matter?
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Cloud has his insecurities, the emotional baggage that makes relationships rough and difficult to start at all. He's loved and lost before, perhaps twice seeing how his memories were a mix of others and his own. Nowadays he's certain on who he is even if he doesn't remember everything. The important parts are filled in from the fragments he knows are his alone, not ones belonging to someone he thought he was.
He won't stop her from bolting if she should find herself unable to continue. Things have gotten heated before and nothing came of it when one or the other had to stop. It's easy to get hung up when your confidence takes a dive from some minor reason, typically a call back to much greater reasoning.
Another breath of hot air comes before he's reeling back some. Clouds hands aren't as obedient staying around her waist with his thumbs squeezing in.]
I'm not going to rush this. [Rushing is the number reason for fouling up. Probably. There's a good reason for his actions to linger instead of speed the course of things. He's unsure of himself, of how she's taking it for better or worse.]
You're what? [A hint of worry hangs on his tone. This doesn't sound good, her sigh and adjoining desire to just go not helping.] Is something the matter?