I carry all I need to grow inside - give me light, give me warmth
Though her exuberance is adorable, it does dig itself into his mind like a burrowing creature, nudging at all the things he wants to say and do after the enlightening conversation with Sunjata. It only makes his nerves strum tight and discordant, though luckily it's easily concealed with so much to set up and distract himself with. It's not an anxiety that he wants to spread to Phoebe after all, not when it's his burden to bear and it's her celebration after all.
Instead he focuses on the nerves that come naturally, the anxiety every gift-giver feels when someone is opening their gift, wondering if they picked the right item. Phoebe's immediate reaction is a good sign at least, Harper grinning boyishly at her flustered and overwhelmed reaction. Consumed entirely by the widening of her eyes, the fluttering of her hands as she tries to understand what she's looking at. It makes it all worth it; the price, the sneaking around, the preparation. "A gift giver never tells," he sing-songs, chest bubbly and light with joy at her sincere reaction. "But yes, they're really for you. I made the arm band, so I know it's not as beautiful, but I found the opal and wanted to make something for you by hand." Automatically apologetic for the perceived imperfections it has in comparison to the masterfully made gown.
Moving closer he pulls her into his side - allowing her to keep looking at her gifts at her leisure - and hugs her close. "I'm glad you like them. It was worth every bit." What else did he have to spend money on? Harper is a simple, happy man, with few material wants. It doesn't bother him in the least to spoil her a little now. "Definitely don't take it swimming though," he adds cheekily, reminding her that there's still so much more to do.
Instead he focuses on the nerves that come naturally, the anxiety every gift-giver feels when someone is opening their gift, wondering if they picked the right item. Phoebe's immediate reaction is a good sign at least, Harper grinning boyishly at her flustered and overwhelmed reaction. Consumed entirely by the widening of her eyes, the fluttering of her hands as she tries to understand what she's looking at. It makes it all worth it; the price, the sneaking around, the preparation. "A gift giver never tells," he sing-songs, chest bubbly and light with joy at her sincere reaction. "But yes, they're really for you. I made the arm band, so I know it's not as beautiful, but I found the opal and wanted to make something for you by hand." Automatically apologetic for the perceived imperfections it has in comparison to the masterfully made gown.
Moving closer he pulls her into his side - allowing her to keep looking at her gifts at her leisure - and hugs her close. "I'm glad you like them. It was worth every bit." What else did he have to spend money on? Harper is a simple, happy man, with few material wants. It doesn't bother him in the least to spoil her a little now. "Definitely don't take it swimming though," he adds cheekily, reminding her that there's still so much more to do.
and watch me come alive
