[ She's fascinating to him: all energy, all the casualness of someone who genuinely doesn't feel awkward about him being in her presence. It's the sort of naturalness that'd struck him about Rosa, that sort of inconsideration that chimes a bell in his heart.
She's waiting for him to sit down— that's sweet.
Adolf rarely smiles, but Oona may be able to tell that his eyes soften just a fraction as he moves to settle down on the couch next to her, or maybe she misses it during her channel-flipping. His jaw relaxes, easy to tell because half of it is exposed. ]
...I'll watch you watching.
[ That slips out before he can catch himself, a moment of honesty in that barrier of distance he puts up for protection. It's a rare moment of candidness, and he regrets it, because...well.
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She's waiting for him to sit down— that's sweet.
Adolf rarely smiles, but Oona may be able to tell that his eyes soften just a fraction as he moves to settle down on the couch next to her, or maybe she misses it during her channel-flipping. His jaw relaxes, easy to tell because half of it is exposed. ]
...I'll watch you watching.
[ That slips out before he can catch himself, a moment of honesty in that barrier of distance he puts up for protection. It's a rare moment of candidness, and he regrets it, because...well.
Ah. ]