[ he's crying, she made him cry! she's briefly scared until he returns her affection and she feels the tickle in her nose that foretells her own tears. no, she refuses! not right now.

her own hands lift to cover his on her cheeks, pushing them together so he smooshes her cheeks the way she did to him. after a moment she pulls away, pressing one hand against his chest, his heart. ]

I'm sorry I didn't tell you when I really knew. [ maybe she could had stopped this before it started. ] And I'm sorry I'm still going to be absolute shit at this, but I'm getting better, I think.

[ maybe..? ]