I think they'd say it's more the other way around.
[ Small talk. He rests his hands on her back and takes a cautious step forward; almost, irrationally afraid of hurting her with the ridges of his boots. As if he hadn't hit her with a rocket launcher before without leaving a dent. He slides up further to the softened part of her spine, then takes a seat there as gracefully as possible. There's that sharp sensation of fear again, edging up through the curiosity that's been driving him. why now. ]
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[ Small talk. He rests his hands on her back and takes a cautious step forward; almost, irrationally afraid of hurting her with the ridges of his boots. As if he hadn't hit her with a rocket launcher before without leaving a dent. He slides up further to the softened part of her spine, then takes a seat there as gracefully as possible. There's that sharp sensation of fear again, edging up through the curiosity that's been driving him. why now. ]
We ready?