Here, a moment of hesitation. They are still stood close, with the exception of her very determined chaperone, and Ellis balks at separating further as much as he balks at the invitation.
He has had a little time to understand the shape of hesitation in him, the fear that he will cross that threshold and find that he no longer fits neatly within the chaotic rhythm of Wysteria's house. His eyes move over her shoulder to the open doorway beyond her as Ruadh butts his head against Ellis' hip.
Briefly, his hand leaves her hip to touch her cheek. His fingers are cold against the flush of her skin. Ellis' thumb sets there for a matter of seconds as his eyes return to her.
As always, what answer is there to give other than the obvious?
"Aye," he answers, unhurried and easy in spite of any unspoken indecision. When he gives her his arm, it's as much to be led as because he knows Wysteria finds some amusement in such gestures.
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He has had a little time to understand the shape of hesitation in him, the fear that he will cross that threshold and find that he no longer fits neatly within the chaotic rhythm of Wysteria's house. His eyes move over her shoulder to the open doorway beyond her as Ruadh butts his head against Ellis' hip.
Briefly, his hand leaves her hip to touch her cheek. His fingers are cold against the flush of her skin. Ellis' thumb sets there for a matter of seconds as his eyes return to her.
As always, what answer is there to give other than the obvious?
"Aye," he answers, unhurried and easy in spite of any unspoken indecision. When he gives her his arm, it's as much to be led as because he knows Wysteria finds some amusement in such gestures.