[ He's not sure what it means, to be honest. Her tears, and he can't figure it out. He can't figure out if they're good or bad or if it means he made a mistake. No, it couldn't be a mistake. Though the passing thought that he had hurt her by admission came and went. Regardless as to the source of her tears, his chest tightens and it's hard to breathe for a moment.
Maybe this was normal? He didn't know. He's never much cared for people, so to go further and say he loved someone - or even more, enough to confess. It was impossible before this. Was it normal for someone to admit their feelings and get this sort of reaction? He has nothing to compare this to, and it wasn't among the many things he had asked.
He limited his questions to how to manage the feeling itself, rather than how to approach letting the other person know he had them. Maybe he should have asked about that. Rohan is just now realizing that despite the questions he had asked, they weren't necessarily the right ones.
But, he tries to pull himself from his thoughts quickly. He really doesn't want to leave her questioning that. ]
I mean it.
[ Simple. Straightforward. Rohan wouldn't have said something so - important like this that he didn't mean, of course. He means it with every bit of him that understands what it means to tell someone that he loves them. ]
I don't expect anything, though. I just thought -- [ He's not sure what he thought. ]
You should know.
[ That's the long and short of it, really. It was important that she knows. He wanted her to. He needed her to. And that was why he didn't have any expectations. He wants to reach out and pull her in close because there's a lingering fear creeping up that maybe he had hurt her with his admission. Instead, he steps in, hands gripping either of her cheeks and he looks at her. He has so many questions. So many things he doesn't understand. And he hopes. Hopes she'll help him understand it. ]
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Maybe this was normal? He didn't know. He's never much cared for people, so to go further and say he loved someone - or even more, enough to confess. It was impossible before this. Was it normal for someone to admit their feelings and get this sort of reaction? He has nothing to compare this to, and it wasn't among the many things he had asked.
He limited his questions to how to manage the feeling itself, rather than how to approach letting the other person know he had them. Maybe he should have asked about that. Rohan is just now realizing that despite the questions he had asked, they weren't necessarily the right ones.
But, he tries to pull himself from his thoughts quickly. He really doesn't want to leave her questioning that. ]
I mean it.
[ Simple. Straightforward. Rohan wouldn't have said something so - important like this that he didn't mean, of course. He means it with every bit of him that understands what it means to tell someone that he loves them. ]
I don't expect anything, though. I just thought -- [ He's not sure what he thought. ]
You should know.
[ That's the long and short of it, really. It was important that she knows. He wanted her to. He needed her to. And that was why he didn't have any expectations. He wants to reach out and pull her in close because there's a lingering fear creeping up that maybe he had hurt her with his admission. Instead, he steps in, hands gripping either of her cheeks and he looks at her. He has so many questions. So many things he doesn't understand. And he hopes. Hopes she'll help him understand it. ]