Boq’s smile seemed to spread slightly as her cheeks flushed. He didn’t mind the multiple “thank yous”, in fact he was glad to have taken her. However he did feel bad for leading her own…and continuing to lead her on.
At this point it looked as though there was no escape from his current situation. Perhaps he’d have to bare with it until the time was right to tell her…
“You might…” He continued, as if guiding Nessa gently down the right path. Curiosity (and a bit of dread) flickered in his eyes. What was she going to say? He had to know. “W-what is it?” He sputtered, tugging gently at the collar of his bright green button up shirt while he awaited a response.
His own cheeks started to flush. Oh no…
ducking her head into her lap , she taps her fingers together. oh , oz , she really doesn’t know how to say it - especially now that he’s blushing too. the words sound childish in her head , like a little girl who has no idea what love actually is. ( and what if she is exactly that? )
still , he might get impatient with her if she stalls any longer. boq has been so , so kind and so , so patient with her , much more so than anyone , even fabala , has been with her , but ... she’s sure that can only last so long. she has to spit it out. absolutely has to.
the truth , the full truth , is too much. she’s almost sure of it. it hasn’t been nearly long enough , and they haven’t even awkwardly stumbled through ❛ i really like you’s ❜ yet.
❝ i just ... i might be ... i ... i really you. in that way. ❞ the last bit sounds humiliatingly stupid and naive , if he didn’t think she was childish before , he must now. maybe she should’ve just told him THE TRUTH.