[That was one eternal second, but there's actual relief when she takes it. He follows her wave with one of his own and watches her leave.
When she's gone, it's then that whatever lingering emotional weight in the air completely collapses as he leans back into his chair, head tilting up to the ceiling. It feels like a surge if cool air just washes over him as he thinks about everything that happened. From their conversation to the end result—he can hardly believe it.
But it's happening and while he has no idea how it'll go, he can only hope that he doesn't screw it up.
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When she's gone, it's then that whatever lingering emotional weight in the air completely collapses as he leans back into his chair, head tilting up to the ceiling. It feels like a surge if cool air just washes over him as he thinks about everything that happened. From their conversation to the end result—he can hardly believe it.
But it's happening and while he has no idea how it'll go, he can only hope that he doesn't screw it up.
Because he really, really doesn't want to.]