[She supposes she ought to feel a little guilty for getting him to come here tonight. He's surprisingly gone along with everything she's suggested, ranging from ditching their plans to stay in and order pizza so she could come to the carnival and enjoy some terrible fried food. Some corn dogs and beer turn into sharing a funnel cake, which turns into Clara suggesting they go on some of the rides "since they were already there". He even wins her a stuffed bear, which she makes a big deal of and names after him. It's probably easy to tell how much she values the bear, just by the way she holds it and doesn't want to put it down.
She's a reckless daredevil and loves everything they go on, even the roller coaster that he swears isn't bolted in the right way and the ferris wheel that he swears is going to kill him once they reach the top and sit there for a while. She thinks she gets him to relax well enough with some kissing.
But nothing's likely going to be able to get him to relax as she guides him out onto a grassy area that's set up for dancing. The stars are out overhead and a live Journey cover band is playing Faithfully. It's more than a little cliche, but she wants to have this moment with him. So she stubbornly drags him to the dead center of the area and gets him to start dancing with her. It's at about the moment where the song registers with him and she glances up at his face that she knows he realizes that she's just tricked him into spending an entire night out with her.
It's a date.
They've been careful to avoid them, always keeping things physical with conversation and little things like carry out and old movies on TV being their main activities. She's never asked him for more than that, but after a year of always popping up to be with him wherever he goes (and the frequency of her visits starting to come on closer together and for longer stretches of time) she knows for sure now that she wants more. The fact that she feels so much for him and hasn't let herself say any of it yet needs to be addressed too. They've been doing this for long enough that she doesn't shy away from the fact that she thinks she might love him. She just has no idea how to approach that matter with him, especially not in a way that won't have him vanishing for a few months.]
Come on, don't look at me like that.
[She quietly pleads with him. The look on her face strongly resembles a kicked puppy, and it only becomes more dejected when she fears he might pull and run away. ]
You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? It's only a dance.
[But it isn't, not to her. And she's positive that they both know that.]
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She's a reckless daredevil and loves everything they go on, even the roller coaster that he swears isn't bolted in the right way and the ferris wheel that he swears is going to kill him once they reach the top and sit there for a while. She thinks she gets him to relax well enough with some kissing.
But nothing's likely going to be able to get him to relax as she guides him out onto a grassy area that's set up for dancing. The stars are out overhead and a live Journey cover band is playing Faithfully. It's more than a little cliche, but she wants to have this moment with him. So she stubbornly drags him to the dead center of the area and gets him to start dancing with her. It's at about the moment where the song registers with him and she glances up at his face that she knows he realizes that she's just tricked him into spending an entire night out with her.
It's a date.
They've been careful to avoid them, always keeping things physical with conversation and little things like carry out and old movies on TV being their main activities. She's never asked him for more than that, but after a year of always popping up to be with him wherever he goes (and the frequency of her visits starting to come on closer together and for longer stretches of time) she knows for sure now that she wants more. The fact that she feels so much for him and hasn't let herself say any of it yet needs to be addressed too. They've been doing this for long enough that she doesn't shy away from the fact that she thinks she might love him. She just has no idea how to approach that matter with him, especially not in a way that won't have him vanishing for a few months.]
Come on, don't look at me like that.
[She quietly pleads with him. The look on her face strongly resembles a kicked puppy, and it only becomes more dejected when she fears he might pull and run away. ]
You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? It's only a dance.
[But it isn't, not to her. And she's positive that they both know that.]