[ There's no denying that the two of them engage with this kind of activity in markedly different ways. For Snake, it's something that takes all of his concentration, each action measured out ahead of time to make sure that he doesn't misstep. It's not a chore (not anymore) but it isn't something that he does effortlessly either. Angela, on the other hand, clearly draws energy from the process, finds it exhilarating and enjoyable and not difficult in the slightest. It's probably got something to do with the difference between an introvert and an extrovert.
But doesn't the saying go that opposites attract?
If anything, some of that energy drains out of Angela when she realizes that their time on the dance floor has come to an end. Snake almost insists on another, if only to make that light return to her face, but he knows that it's a dangerous idea even in theory. He doesn't feel entirely like himself right now, he finally realizes, and one thing could far too easily lead to another. He doesn't want to wake up the following morning full of regret and confusion.
For the moment, though, he still doesn't pull away from her. Her scoring is lenient; he would have taken the 8.5 and been satisfied.
The kiss doesn't come out of nowhere, exactly. She forecasts it with the grip on his neck and the way that she leans up, and there's only a split second where Snake wonders where she's going to put her lips. On the cheek, of course. It's the reasonable thing to do after sharing a dance with a friend.
If he were more of a gentleman, maybe he would have lifted her hand to his face then and kissed the back of it. But he's not that kind of guy, and even now he wouldn't pretend to be something he isn't. Instead, he grips her shoulders and squeezes them for a moment before backing away. Another song will be starting up soon, so they should head off the dancefloor, and so he makes to do that. ]
You showed me a good time. [ Snake says the words quietly once they're away from the crowd. ] Thanks. I'm gonna head outside and grab a smoke now, but... take care. [ He doubts a doctor would want to be witness to him inhaling fumes into his lungs, after all. ]
I DO MY BEST
But doesn't the saying go that opposites attract?
If anything, some of that energy drains out of Angela when she realizes that their time on the dance floor has come to an end. Snake almost insists on another, if only to make that light return to her face, but he knows that it's a dangerous idea even in theory. He doesn't feel entirely like himself right now, he finally realizes, and one thing could far too easily lead to another. He doesn't want to wake up the following morning full of regret and confusion.
For the moment, though, he still doesn't pull away from her. Her scoring is lenient; he would have taken the 8.5 and been satisfied.
The kiss doesn't come out of nowhere, exactly. She forecasts it with the grip on his neck and the way that she leans up, and there's only a split second where Snake wonders where she's going to put her lips. On the cheek, of course. It's the reasonable thing to do after sharing a dance with a friend.
If he were more of a gentleman, maybe he would have lifted her hand to his face then and kissed the back of it. But he's not that kind of guy, and even now he wouldn't pretend to be something he isn't. Instead, he grips her shoulders and squeezes them for a moment before backing away. Another song will be starting up soon, so they should head off the dancefloor, and so he makes to do that. ]
You showed me a good time. [ Snake says the words quietly once they're away from the crowd. ] Thanks. I'm gonna head outside and grab a smoke now, but... take care. [ He doubts a doctor would want to be witness to him inhaling fumes into his lungs, after all. ]