[Kinda. Sorta. When it matters??? Murasaki hopes so, anyway.
But hey... hey that works. It's still a little awkward, because this is incredibly new for them--but on the other hand, now that he doesn't have to worry about people watching them or jeering at them, there is definitely something a great deal more...enjoyable? Is that the word? Maybe it is.
He doesn't reach out (there'd be something a little too tender about a gesture like that, he thinks), but he also doesn't pull away, lingering for significantly longer than they had in the cafe, until:]
... I was right.
[Whatever, Murasaki--though he can't really wipe the smile from his face, which makes his point a little less acceptable.]
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But hey... hey that works. It's still a little awkward, because this is incredibly new for them--but on the other hand, now that he doesn't have to worry about people watching them or jeering at them, there is definitely something a great deal more...enjoyable? Is that the word? Maybe it is.
He doesn't reach out (there'd be something a little too tender about a gesture like that, he thinks), but he also doesn't pull away, lingering for significantly longer than they had in the cafe, until:]
... I was right.
[Whatever, Murasaki--though he can't really wipe the smile from his face, which makes his point a little less acceptable.]
It was better without the audience.