[ She lifts her head, and Robby moves his head and the hand on the back of her head to allow her room; the hand dropping somewhere around the small of her back, and his head tilting to look at her. A valid question posed, really, but it doesn't put Robby off. ]
I won't regret anything. [ There's a certainty, if softened by his sincerity, to his response; gaze dropping to her mouth, but returning onto her eyes. But this isn't just about his wants, or his decisions. ] If this doesn't feel right later on, I'll still stick by you.
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I won't regret anything. [ There's a certainty, if softened by his sincerity, to his response; gaze dropping to her mouth, but returning onto her eyes. But this isn't just about his wants, or his decisions. ] If this doesn't feel right later on, I'll still stick by you.
We're finding out. [ Right? asks his tone. ]