[ if it's any consolation, tseng is early too—partly because of a similar problem, lack of structure making it difficult to balance his time, and partly because he's just as eager to see clorinde as she is to see him. not least of all because the last time he saw her involved him applying bandages to some fairly severe bruising on various tender parts of her body—it was a relief to receive her message, and even more of a relief to approach her and see that she looks much less wan than she had the last time. ]
Clorinde. [ tseng draws to a halt in front of her and gazes down, studying her face briefly before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. ] You look better. How do you feel?
[ after just the briefest hesitation, tseng reaches out to ghost his fingertip along a loose strand of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear before his hand drops again. he's no fool—he can look at the shape of what's growing between them and identify it, but that doesn't mean tseng knows where all the boundaries are, for her. ]
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Clorinde. [ tseng draws to a halt in front of her and gazes down, studying her face briefly before a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. ] You look better. How do you feel?
[ after just the briefest hesitation, tseng reaches out to ghost his fingertip along a loose strand of her hair, tucking it back behind her ear before his hand drops again. he's no fool—he can look at the shape of what's growing between them and identify it, but that doesn't mean tseng knows where all the boundaries are, for her. ]