[Barely conscious of the desire to do so, he steps in even closer to her and slips an arm around Wanda. And when she rubs her thumb against his cheek like that, he closes his eyes to savor it better. Between the heavy scent of flowers and green in the air and the distant sound of birdsong, her words have a powerful effect on him, and he finds that he feels a little giddy when he opens his eyes again and catches her gaze.]
Anything?
[She's being sincere, he knows that. But he's spoken the truth: there's nothing he could want more than to stay here with her. Well...maybe one thing.
With no more force than the butterfly alighting on the flowers, he leans down and brushes his lips against hers.]
Even this?
[They barely know each other--he's only been alive less than a day, he barely knows himself--but this feels right.]
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Anything?
[She's being sincere, he knows that. But he's spoken the truth: there's nothing he could want more than to stay here with her. Well...maybe one thing.
With no more force than the butterfly alighting on the flowers, he leans down and brushes his lips against hers.]
Even this?
[They barely know each other--he's only been alive less than a day, he barely knows himself--but this feels right.]