It's hard to look at anything but Annette, though, since she's...right there...
"...I'm fine. You seem fine. So that's. Good. It's fine."
If she were anyone else, he'd be shoving them off him by now. Instead, he lies there, red-faced and not looking her in the eye, with his hands sort of hovering until he just rests them on the ground at his sides.
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It's hard to look at anything but Annette, though, since she's...right there...
"...I'm fine. You seem fine. So that's. Good. It's fine."
If she were anyone else, he'd be shoving them off him by now. Instead, he lies there, red-faced and not looking her in the eye, with his hands sort of hovering until he just rests them on the ground at his sides.
This is fine.