[ The metaphor does go over her head overridden by the multitude of other things being thrown at her at once. She'd be annoyed at his initial reaction and assumption that he knew what had been plaguing her this entire time if it weren't for the fact that she had just thrown just as much information at him seconds before. Annoyance blooms anyway - except most of it is directed at herself.
In an ideal world he would have simply agreed that she had been taking advantage of him all this time. He would have said nothing about wanting to be with her physically because he only cared to be with someone like Claude or Jesper like that. It would have been the path of least resistance, an absolution of sorts and would have made her still waffling decision about her and Claude easier in some ways. But Sylvain had done none of those things. Heat builds in her cheeks as each admission falls from his lips. There's no teasing, no flirtatious gaze. None of the usual signs telling her that this is a joke. No, this is the truth of how he feels. Of what he wants from her. As a look of uncertainty and shock settles on her face her mouth parts. ]
But –
[ A single syllable manages to stutter past her teeth. She shouldn't have ventured down this path in the first place. Why hadn't she just left it at that and claimed she was tired or hungry? Just because Sylvain is fine with wanting her like that and Claude was too to some degree didn't mean that she was. And hadn't that been part and parcel as part of the problem? Isn't that what she had been worried about and told Sylvain as much at least when it came to them?
His words replay back before it goes further still to the conversation when she had discovered he had been Lief. All of it compounded together sinks her heart a little lower than it had been before for a reason she can't understand. Despite the pink patches blooming on her cheeks, the shocked expression turns into something a little more resigned.]
Is that all you want? Just to be with me physically?
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In an ideal world he would have simply agreed that she had been taking advantage of him all this time. He would have said nothing about wanting to be with her physically because he only cared to be with someone like Claude or Jesper like that. It would have been the path of least resistance, an absolution of sorts and would have made her still waffling decision about her and Claude easier in some ways. But Sylvain had done none of those things. Heat builds in her cheeks as each admission falls from his lips. There's no teasing, no flirtatious gaze. None of the usual signs telling her that this is a joke. No, this is the truth of how he feels. Of what he wants from her. As a look of uncertainty and shock settles on her face her mouth parts. ]
But –
[ A single syllable manages to stutter past her teeth. She shouldn't have ventured down this path in the first place. Why hadn't she just left it at that and claimed she was tired or hungry? Just because Sylvain is fine with wanting her like that and Claude was too to some degree didn't mean that she was. And hadn't that been part and parcel as part of the problem? Isn't that what she had been worried about and told Sylvain as much at least when it came to them?
His words replay back before it goes further still to the conversation when she had discovered he had been Lief. All of it compounded together sinks her heart a little lower than it had been before for a reason she can't understand. Despite the pink patches blooming on her cheeks, the shocked expression turns into something a little more resigned.]
Is that all you want? Just to be with me physically?