[It's kind of bad that the first feeling that comes to Max in response to his clear unease with their position is amusement. But every other guy she knows would probably be flirting with her or making a dumb joke. She's not really used to guys being uncomfortable with a girl so close to them. So the amusement honestly is born from amazement, and.... Relief? It's refreshing, that he's not doing either of those things every Blackwell boy seemed to like doing. (Yeah but they're dead now anyway, Max, she thinks with a clench of guilt, but it's beside the point.) Anyway, it's probably a good thing he was behind her and couldn't see that amusement flash across her face for a second there.
To be fair, she also just feels bad because she's the one causing him distress. She didn't mean to do that. But then again she never means to do the things she does that end up hurting people... Jesus, please don't let this guy end up dying too. It's funny how that thought immediately makes her feel kind of protective of him.
The whisper of his touch, so feather-light over the back of her neck, over sensitive skin, feels almost more intimate than if he'd just... brushed her hair away normally.
Aaaand now her ears are probably turning red. Fuck.
But the marks.]
I'm... I'm not really sure. When I first woke up, I thought that... maybe this was some sort of afterlife...?
[In which case, the guy would already be dead, dummy. Right. But still. Obviously, they can still feel things. And this? The closeness? Would feel really nice if she wasn't so worried she was stressing him out. She should probably let him know he can move away now if he wants to.
...Yup.
...Any second now.
...
...
...
Or she could just remain completely silent on that front, that works too.]
high-five for traumatized teens
To be fair, she also just feels bad because she's the one causing him distress. She didn't mean to do that. But then again she never means to do the things she does that end up hurting people... Jesus, please don't let this guy end up dying too. It's funny how that thought immediately makes her feel kind of protective of him.
The whisper of his touch, so feather-light over the back of her neck, over sensitive skin, feels almost more intimate than if he'd just... brushed her hair away normally.
Aaaand now her ears are probably turning red. Fuck.
But the marks.]
I'm... I'm not really sure. When I first woke up, I thought that... maybe this was some sort of afterlife...?
[In which case, the guy would already be dead, dummy. Right. But still. Obviously, they can still feel things. And this? The closeness? Would feel really nice if she wasn't so worried she was stressing him out. She should probably let him know he can move away now if he wants to.
...Yup.
...Any second now.
...
...
...
Or she could just remain completely silent on that front, that works too.]