In the twilight hour

As she watched his face, she was surprised to see that a look of sadness had come over him. Had she said something to upset him? She wasn't sure what she had said to bring up such emotion in him, but he looked to be hurting. She turned toward him slightly, reaching a forepaw toward one of his, touching him gently - she wasn't sure if she could help, especially if she had caused it. "Are you alright...?" she asked softly, before she noticed his expression changed again when he felt her hip bump into his.

Now he seemed to be struggling in a different sense. He looked at her, and her gaze connected with his. It wasn't that she had forgotten the stars or the lightning bugs, it was just that she was more intrigued by him right now. She couldn't make herself look away, and right now she didn't want to. She felt disappointment clawing at her when he closed his eyes and forced himself to look away. His moral resolve was strong, and she was glad for this. But it was also what made her want him more - she wanted what she couldn't have, and it drove her mad. "It's okay, Spencer," she said in a low whisper, "We don't have to... so..."

Her toes curled in frustration, but there was nothing she could do. Why did it have to be so difficult? She didn't want to press him further for fear of making herself appear too needy - what if she made him leave? She didn't want to spend the night alone now that he was here, but she couldn't spend the entire time bothering him if she expected him to stay. With a deep breath herself, she peeled her eyes off of him and looked back to the sky, which had darkened entirely now. The stars and insects seemed brighter than ever. She relaxed a little and just smiled, taking in a soft breath. "I haven't relaxed like this in a while," she murmured. This had to have been her most difficult interaction with someone else, something she'd never experienced before, but it was pleasant all the same. She hoped that he wouldn't leave her side, at least not for tonight.