Now they were both apologizing and Tal winced and rubbed his hands on his pants, feeling more awkward than ever. "Don't worry 'bout it," he mumbled before reaching for his mug and draining it in a single hard gulp.
He was a little surprised when he set the mug down and saw that she had pulled out the other decks. they'd sounded so personal that he hadn't expected to actually see them. He couldn't help but peer curiously at the top of the fantastical one, intrigued by the art, but there was something about the third deck that felt... unwelcoming.
He glanced up at her when she made her offer, double-checking to see if she meant it before he reached hesitantly across the table. His hand hovered for a moment over the second deck, but then he picked up the first one - the one they'd done his own reading with - and began to flip through it curiously. "I like the art," he admitted voice gruff with shyness as he paused every couple of cards to admire one or another in particular. "Did you paint 'em yourself?"
He was a little surprised when he set the mug down and saw that she had pulled out the other decks. they'd sounded so personal that he hadn't expected to actually see them. He couldn't help but peer curiously at the top of the fantastical one, intrigued by the art, but there was something about the third deck that felt... unwelcoming.
He glanced up at her when she made her offer, double-checking to see if she meant it before he reached hesitantly across the table. His hand hovered for a moment over the second deck, but then he picked up the first one - the one they'd done his own reading with - and began to flip through it curiously. "I like the art," he admitted voice gruff with shyness as he paused every couple of cards to admire one or another in particular. "Did you paint 'em yourself?"
