He smiles when he sees her, one of the bright crooked smiles that he saved just for her. Moves a little faster to get close, reach out and tap her shoulder--
Except that the look on her face isn't one that bears touching. Not without knowing what's wrong. His hand stops short, her name catching in his throat as he falls completely still for a moment.
"...Cywyllog?" Hovering is awkward but the best he can do. "All... right, then?"
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Date: 2013-05-26 11:52 pm (UTC)Except that the look on her face isn't one that bears touching. Not without knowing what's wrong. His hand stops short, her name catching in his throat as he falls completely still for a moment.
"...Cywyllog?" Hovering is awkward but the best he can do. "All... right, then?"