[He doesn't respond to the kiss- remains frozen, still, his shoulders tense. After she pulls away, he brings his fingers up, gently brushing the tips of them against his lips. Soft, still. He'd never been kissed before. Never even got close. He felt electric- slowly his body worked its way back into function, and his eyes widened and he dragged in a slow and shaky breath.]
Yes- I mean, no. I won't. I'll stop, I mean.
[A suicide mission? The Animus were nothing. Right thèn, he helt like he could fly.]
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Date: 2012-01-04 03:44 am (UTC)Yes- I mean, no. I won't. I'll stop, I mean.
[A suicide mission? The Animus were nothing. Right thèn, he helt like he could fly.]