-I ...- she began to stutter again, avoiding her eyes now playing with the hem of her skirt. She had to deliberately keep her eyes from dropping and eating her eyes— I… I mean… that…
- It's okay, Carmen. You weren't serious, I know- he said softly, with a smile under his mask, knowing that it would make her feel less awkward and more herself, if she even bothered to look, that is.
It turned out he was looking (but not directly, just out of the corner of his eye) and it seemed to work because he soon signed in what could only be called relief.
He must be relieved too, he really should. She didn't ask any questions, about the ... state she'd been in previously, didn't even give him some kind of angry look or answer when she felt it herself. I touch it. Not a hit ... his touch is so delica
