And how quickly any sinking feeling that Sidon might have felt earlier came soaring back up with just a few kisses and a few words, and he shifted a little, whatever was needed so that he could easily rest his forehead against hers. He grinned with the swell of pride he felt, a pride he didn't think he'd really quite earned, because, for him, he hadn't done anything special, he'd only just been doing what he truly felt she deserved and should have...
...though he supposed the pride came from the feeling that went along with knowing he'd been doing it just so well, even with the missteps.
"Perhaps," he proposed, "it is not your luck at all in play here, but rather mine, as I must say, I cannot help but absolutely marvel over the fact that I should be so fortunate as to right here, right now, with someone as incredible as you, Vette. Or it could be an instance of both of our luck working in conjunction with each other, because I cannot imagine that one individual person could be as auspicious as I feel when I think about how we've found each other."
Really, Vette. You expected to say something like that to him and not get something like that in return?
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...though he supposed the pride came from the feeling that went along with knowing he'd been doing it just so well, even with the missteps.
"Perhaps," he proposed, "it is not your luck at all in play here, but rather mine, as I must say, I cannot help but absolutely marvel over the fact that I should be so fortunate as to right here, right now, with someone as incredible as you, Vette. Or it could be an instance of both of our luck working in conjunction with each other, because I cannot imagine that one individual person could be as auspicious as I feel when I think about how we've found each other."
Really, Vette. You expected to say something like that to him and not get something like that in return?