( Fumbling, making sure he has his sketchbook, tucking it under his arm and double checking his bag to make sure all his uniform is there. His chest feels as if it might be caving in. And then, he looks at Morgana, brief, before his gaze flickers back to her again. He wants to lay a hand over hers and stop the way her fingers grip into her arm; but that would be presumptuous. It would be the assumption that he wasn't the one that made her that uncomfortable, by virtue of his own hopelessness.
He shoulders the bag, one hand gripping the sketchbook. )
Um--
( Speak, idiot. Words. ) L-later.
( And he has to go then, before he makes this worse, before he upsets her more or makes even more of a fool out of himself. )
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( Fumbling, making sure he has his sketchbook, tucking it under his arm and double checking his bag to make sure all his uniform is there. His chest feels as if it might be caving in. And then, he looks at Morgana, brief, before his gaze flickers back to her again. He wants to lay a hand over hers and stop the way her fingers grip into her arm; but that would be presumptuous. It would be the assumption that he wasn't the one that made her that uncomfortable, by virtue of his own hopelessness.
He shoulders the bag, one hand gripping the sketchbook. )
Um--
( Speak, idiot. Words. ) L-later.
( And he has to go then, before he makes this worse, before he upsets her more or makes even more of a fool out of himself. )