[Part of him wanted to say that he was pleased to have that out of the way and yet, he really would have wanted to figure out just what exactly happened. Even as they talked of figuring out where they were, his mind was pouring over Sora's memories and what few ones he had to find some clue, similarity or feeling to at least put him on the right trail to figuring out what that gesture had been. At this point, he'd admit it to no one, but it felt nice inside -he just couldn't place specifics of anything about it.
While his thoughts were proving to be otherwise occupied, he stood up from where they'd made themselves comfortable on the fountain turning a little and giving a light tug on Xion's hand as he waited for her to follow.
It was about then that it clicked that he realized he was holding her hand. For a split second he debated on calling attention to it and letting go, but he just didn't want to. Unless she pulled away, he decided he wasn't going to push the issue.]
If I'm remembering this place right, the doors here should go to the library, the throne room and the Gummi Ship hanger. Uh, so where do you think we should look first?
[He was getting a little better. Though his face was a little brighter colored than normal, he found he was at least able to look at her again -though he resisted the temptation to brush her bangs from her face. So rather than that, he offered her a comforting smile, something that she might find familiar to her specifically.
It wasn't so much an awkward silence between them so much as it was a series of awkward pauses between similarly awkward bits of dialog. So much had happened within the last however-long-it-had-been that a person with a completed heart might be in an emotional tailspin. It goes to say that for someone believing that they lack one is metaphorically grasping at straws trying to figure out all these feelings.
And through all of this, he had to admit to himself that he was at least happy to be with his forgotten friend again.]
Not a bad idea, but juggling accounts is a pain
While his thoughts were proving to be otherwise occupied, he stood up from where they'd made themselves comfortable on the fountain turning a little and giving a light tug on Xion's hand as he waited for her to follow.
It was about then that it clicked that he realized he was holding her hand. For a split second he debated on calling attention to it and letting go, but he just didn't want to. Unless she pulled away, he decided he wasn't going to push the issue.]
If I'm remembering this place right, the doors here should go to the library, the throne room and the Gummi Ship hanger. Uh, so where do you think we should look first?
[He was getting a little better. Though his face was a little brighter colored than normal, he found he was at least able to look at her again -though he resisted the temptation to brush her bangs from her face. So rather than that, he offered her a comforting smile, something that she might find familiar to her specifically.
It wasn't so much an awkward silence between them so much as it was a series of awkward pauses between similarly awkward bits of dialog. So much had happened within the last however-long-it-had-been that a person with a completed heart might be in an emotional tailspin. It goes to say that for someone believing that they lack one is metaphorically grasping at straws trying to figure out all these feelings.
And through all of this, he had to admit to himself that he was at least happy to be with his forgotten friend again.]