six seems embarrassed, her words get caught in her throat , so she does something else, instead. she takes the seven's hand, and gently taps out a message . ' .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- ( i love you. ) ' six smiles, gently, fondly, but her eyes still dart and shift, since shes still flustered, but, shes happy, either way.
there is a moment of slight confusion flitting across delicate features as six grabs his hand. he glances at her, brow furrowing slightly in a silent gesture of are you okay? as he gives her a searching look. (a quick once-over: is she hurt? is she upset? it doesn’t seem to be ei- ther of those, so he relaxes slightly.)
❝ hm? ❞ there is a quiet hum in his throat as he glances at her again, the look inquisitive as she begins to tap something out on the back of his hand. brows furrow a moment as he focuses, silently spelling it out in his mind. it only takes a moment before he begins to smile, expression soft and warm, dark eyes lighting up as he shoots six a rather fond look, his one of the utmost affection.
(god, she acts so tough and aloof, but–– she’s soft. softer than she is will- ing to let on. he feels privileged to be privy to this knowledge.)
there is another quiet hum in his throat, this one a happy sound as drawn features are illuminated by the pure joy only a child can know. he does not speak aloud, not wanting to ruin the moment. instead, gently squeezing six’s hand in his, fingers laced together a moment, he taps his response out on the back of her hand.
( l-o-v-e y-o-u t-o-o. )
