i might as well be drunk in love

I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

He slumps forward, leaning on his forearms, as though pressed down by the weight of responsibility. It's desperately heavy across his shoulders, worsened by the nagging fear that this is a terribly selfish thing they're choosing, that anyone else would tell him it's wrong. And then there's the other part, the prickling, electric, almost-impossible-to-look-at idea that she's doing it for him- but that's too complicated a knot of emotion for him to even acknowledge just now.

Better to focus on their entwined fingers (but not too hard), to let himself be swayed along by Sohalia's quiet conviction. She's making very valid arguments, each word coaxing him to relent. By the time she finishes a fragment of the tension has slid off of his shoulders, exhaled in a shaky breath. Rubbing his thumb back over her knuckle, Koa tilts his head up again, unable to keep the hope from his face, his copper eyes searching her quicksilver gaze for the final confirmation he needs. "Are you sure this is what you want, Soh?"

He he needs to know that she's doing it because it's what she believes in - that she won't regret it, isn't doing it due to some misplaced sense of guilt around their past.

Koa

And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

totally sniped from odd ilu