[It's pretty hard to keep calm when there's a humming laughing woman with her hands in your hair suggesting she'd be happy to go naked regardless of the location—or more like outright saying it? Oona just doesn't seem to like clothes at all. Which makes sense for a mermaid, but is hard to reconcile with the fact he's only ever seen her on land...despite how cool and aloof he generally tries to appear, deep down Shen Qingqiu still craves affection as much as any other human being, if not more.
So he falls silent as well, organizing his thoughts and pushing himself to try to relax as she works. And it is soothing, really; gentle touches in a quiet room, with no threats or irritations to be wary of...he's contemplating how to show her the song he'd put together when she speaks up again, the words surprising enough that it takes a moment for him to answer.
"I trust you" gets swallowed before the words can reach his lips, a level he's still afraid to acknowledge aloud when his ability to hold faith is as fragile as it's become. But even if he doesn't acknowledge it aloud...he can't help the tiny smile that creeps onto his face.]
...I'll hold you to that promise, then. And I--will try to do the same.
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So he falls silent as well, organizing his thoughts and pushing himself to try to relax as she works. And it is soothing, really; gentle touches in a quiet room, with no threats or irritations to be wary of...he's contemplating how to show her the song he'd put together when she speaks up again, the words surprising enough that it takes a moment for him to answer.
"I trust you" gets swallowed before the words can reach his lips, a level he's still afraid to acknowledge aloud when his ability to hold faith is as fragile as it's become. But even if he doesn't acknowledge it aloud...he can't help the tiny smile that creeps onto his face.]
...I'll hold you to that promise, then. And I--will try to do the same.