Pot and Kettle

Confidence bubbled up when Aoife's hands had shifted. Realizing in the moment that maybe he hadn't made the wrong impulsive decision. He'd not made such a rash choice in decades now, but it felt... right? Part of him didn't want to let go, didn't want to stop. But rationale held his passion in check and he pulled away. Just a little. Just enough.

Sebastian smiled at her, letting out half of a breathy laugh. I think I've said plenty for now. Oh the urge to cave again, but he found some sliver of resolve and let his hands drop, sliding out of her grasp on his tunic.

You probably want to rest, I should... he trailed off, all confidence falling away from his grasp. Awkwardly, he gestured toward the door as he took a step back. For the moment, his snug as a bug companion was forgotten about.