These are things she desires. Not just because she wants them, but because in her heart, she needs them. She feels so comfortable around him... When they're with Luca, when he's taking her flying... When they toss banter back and forth. It's different than it ever was with Ron. She and Ron had years, but... Something about Fred is just more understanding of her without allowing her to be haughty about it. It's just ... Smoother. It doesn't quite hurt so much.
And then he pulls something like this. It really wasn't more to him? More than just the curse's fault? But that can't be. She could feel the way he leaned into her. She felt that. That wasn't just her imagination. He got just as into it as she did. But his words say another thing, as does his bravado... And what's a girl to do?
Protest?
No. No, she'll save protesting for later. For now, she's just going to look at him and stop trying to keep herself from crying. She doesn't bawl, not even close, but her eyes well up with tears and she looks absolutely crushed. Dejected. ]
... If that's how you see it, then.
[ Perhaps she should go find someone else to kiss, as well. Perhaps that would show him. She stands, her back to him, to hide how much this hurts her. Because she was almost completely certain he felt -- ... At least somewhat the same as she does. ]
brb drinking myself happy againnnn to fight the paaaaaain 8(
These are things she desires. Not just because she wants them, but because in her heart, she needs them. She feels so comfortable around him... When they're with Luca, when he's taking her flying... When they toss banter back and forth. It's different than it ever was with Ron. She and Ron had years, but... Something about Fred is just more understanding of her without allowing her to be haughty about it. It's just ... Smoother. It doesn't quite hurt so much.
And then he pulls something like this. It really wasn't more to him? More than just the curse's fault? But that can't be. She could feel the way he leaned into her. She felt that. That wasn't just her imagination. He got just as into it as she did. But his words say another thing, as does his bravado... And what's a girl to do?
Protest?
No. No, she'll save protesting for later. For now, she's just going to look at him and stop trying to keep herself from crying. She doesn't bawl, not even close, but her eyes well up with tears and she looks absolutely crushed. Dejected. ]
... If that's how you see it, then.
[ Perhaps she should go find someone else to kiss, as well. Perhaps that would show him. She stands, her back to him, to hide how much this hurts her. Because she was almost completely certain he felt -- ... At least somewhat the same as she does. ]