lanselos_du_lac

Susan is well-studied in stillness, and so she doesn't withdraw. She studies him for a long, long moment - perhaps even too long, but her eyes are constantly roving over his face, as if trying to read the meaning under his words. Her first thought is, has he changed his mind about wanting to bind me? because she has taken that assurance at face value and rather run with it, lately. But he hasn't said anything indicating that he's changed his mind, so - that's a worry for another time, perhaps.

Her second thought is that he looks very much like he's waiting for her to strike him. That's absolutely not her wish. She likes him very much, for all that she's truly taken aback that this is the thing he said he had to tell her.

Her third thought - you do not want to make me feel as if... what? - she sets aside, because she hates the fragile look growing across his face. She might not know what she wants to say, but that doesn't mean she can't do. A placeholder of sorts, she steps forward and then leans up and kisses him, soft and sweet.