UsernameEmailRegionInterestAOL IMICQ IDYahoo! IDMSN IDJabber

He wanted to be able to touch her all the time, to be with her all the time…but it was impossible. She wasn’t the only one who cherished those ridiculously innocent displays of affection that they would share while they were working, but they always left him wanting more. He was always, always tempted to turn around and go back to her, just to hold her hand for a few seconds longer, or to give her a quick kiss. They just…they didn’t have time for it. Their schedules clashed horribly, and even when they coincided with each other, they were both too tired when they got home to appreciate being together. They had to study, or they had work that needed to get done.

When she spoke, his brows furrowed together, trying to figure out if she had actually just told him what he thought she had. I asked Healer Cervantes to switch-- She had changed his schedule? He had been freaking out for nothing? Part of him was relieved but the other part was just…confused. It wasn’t until she leaned forward to kiss him did he snap back to reality, letting his lashes part once she pulled away, able to look at her when her own eyes finally opened.

The question didn’t get a reply at first, just a weird vowel noise before he blinked, and then swallowed, regaining his senses. “I don’t know…” His own voice was soft, and barely audible. He wasn’t angry at her, or upset with her, but…well, he didn’t really know what he was….except confused. “I just…I wish you would have at least told me, since I’ve been spending the last hour and a half thinking I’ve been kicked out of the program or something…”