[Hers was the more apt concern, and Hubert knew better than to deny it. He watches her face, the little plays of emotion, and there's something odd—but not at all unwelcome—in the gentle touch upon his gloved wrist.]
...No, nothing of the sort. [For some reason, he couldn't help feel concerned. An anxiousness about disappointing her, perhaps?] I'm merely surprised.
[But there's no reason to stay here in the cold, blocking a side of the stall. Some corner of his mind was aware of the merchant watching them, even if Hubert couldn't bring himself to care. So he stoops lower to help bridge the difference in their height.]
[And if Nico pursued anything more behind a simple chaste press, she'd find him hesitant and a little clumsy, simply reacting to whatever advance she made—making it clear Hubert had no idea what he was doing.]
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...No, nothing of the sort. [For some reason, he couldn't help feel concerned. An anxiousness about disappointing her, perhaps?] I'm merely surprised.
[But there's no reason to stay here in the cold, blocking a side of the stall. Some corner of his mind was aware of the merchant watching them, even if Hubert couldn't bring himself to care. So he stoops lower to help bridge the difference in their height.]
[And if Nico pursued anything more behind a simple chaste press, she'd find him hesitant and a little clumsy, simply reacting to whatever advance she made—making it clear Hubert had no idea what he was doing.]