Koa
I don't want to wonder if this is a blunder
He considers interrupting her. Protests rise into his mind at multiple points as she continues on, but for some reason Koa decides, for once, to hold his tongue. Maybe he's finally becoming mature, learning patience and empathy.
Maybe he's finally leveled up his emotional maturity skill.
"I didn't know you were an option." His smile is sad, a muted thing, understanding of what lies hidden between her words and her face. "And now I'm too late, aren't I?" It's a rhetorical question; he knows he is. There's no bitterness in his voice, no animosity: just a quiet understanding, acceptance of his fate. He had a chance and didn't know it. And now it's slipped away.
A lapse into quiet, surprisingly comfortable now that they've finally spoken. It's a relief off Koa's shoulders, a weight removed; he feels like an idiot for not having said anything sooner, but still, he's glad to have done it now.
"Well," Koa says eventually, looking up to Flora with a tilted head. "I'd like to stick around and help with your ankle, if that's okay. But if you want me to go, I'll understand." The ball is in her court. "Just... please tell your dad not to kill me?" he adds, running his hand through his hair with a nervous, boyish chuckle.
Maybe he's finally leveled up his emotional maturity skill.
"I didn't know you were an option." His smile is sad, a muted thing, understanding of what lies hidden between her words and her face. "And now I'm too late, aren't I?" It's a rhetorical question; he knows he is. There's no bitterness in his voice, no animosity: just a quiet understanding, acceptance of his fate. He had a chance and didn't know it. And now it's slipped away.
A lapse into quiet, surprisingly comfortable now that they've finally spoken. It's a relief off Koa's shoulders, a weight removed; he feels like an idiot for not having said anything sooner, but still, he's glad to have done it now.
"Well," Koa says eventually, looking up to Flora with a tilted head. "I'd like to stick around and help with your ankle, if that's okay. But if you want me to go, I'll understand." The ball is in her court. "Just... please tell your dad not to kill me?" he adds, running his hand through his hair with a nervous, boyish chuckle.
When I kiss your lips I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea
