my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

Nairn watched her, as she glanced between the holo and himself. And when she teased him, he chuckled softly. Aye, it was, wasn't it? My girl kept her hands nice and clean... He mused, drifting off as she claimed he abandoned her again. Or did she mean the Coterie as a whole?

He doesn't ask. It isn't important. Yeah. I said we, and I screwed that up. It isn't self-depreciating, rather, stated matter-of-factly. She was crying fresh again, and her fist hit his shoulder.

Certainly made an impact, but nothing he'd fuss over. Her other hand shifted, before she seemed to think twice. My apology isn't meant to take your hurt away, Megara. He tapped her cheek with his thumb. I just need you to know I'm sorry. She didn't have to accept it; though something told him she'd forgive him in time.

As her hands found his face, he tilted his face upwards, shifting towards her. Mhm. No denying that which you know best. He teased, as she declared him shy and selfish. After a moment, his gaze slipping over her features, he leaned to press a kiss to her forehead.

He pulled her for a proper hug, C'mon, wanna get out the common room. People gonna start comin' in from jobs. He doesn't say where they're going; he'd aim to pull her to her feet and lead her through one of the various corridors.