[He exhales slowly, letting go of the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding - and now he wishes even more fiercely he were himself, his true self... because then he wouldn't worry about hurting her quite as much as he is now, on top of worrying about crossing boundaries.
There is a second of indecisiveness before he moves, before he slowly, gently pulls one of his hands free and moves it just as slow and gentle as he settles it around her shoulders, careful as he tries to pull her closer, ready to let go again, to let her have her space, the moment she shows any sign of discomfort with the gesture.
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There is a second of indecisiveness before he moves, before he slowly, gently pulls one of his hands free and moves it just as slow and gentle as he settles it around her shoulders, careful as he tries to pull her closer, ready to let go again, to let her have her space, the moment she shows any sign of discomfort with the gesture.
'You are welcome.']