[Luke isn't sure how he feels about her head on his hand, but all thoughts of that flutter out of his head when she speaks next. He doesn't know how to react-- he'd have to be more sheltered than anyone is to misunderstand her meaning, but he has trouble believing that's really... shouldn't he ask? Or would that be silly? And what if he does it wrong?]
[Around Cassandra, he's never felt as out of his depth as he does now.]
[Slowly, he moves his other hand up to Cassandra's jaw, until he's eventually cupping her face in his hands.] I- [No, that's the opposite of what she told him to do. So he leans forward to kiss her instead, slowly and carefully, as though she were made of something delicate and precious.]
[...At least, that's what he hopes to communicate. Moving slowly, chastely touching his lips to hers, he has no idea if he'll be successful.]
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[Around Cassandra, he's never felt as out of his depth as he does now.]
[Slowly, he moves his other hand up to Cassandra's jaw, until he's eventually cupping her face in his hands.] I- [No, that's the opposite of what she told him to do. So he leans forward to kiss her instead, slowly and carefully, as though she were made of something delicate and precious.]
[...At least, that's what he hopes to communicate. Moving slowly, chastely touching his lips to hers, he has no idea if he'll be successful.]