[Concord stands with a hand on the open door, processing her appearance with outwardly calm regard. Beneath his level headed expression is a rapid consideration of his next action. First impulse, something like charm, "you're beautiful." It goes unsaid. He's never been that type of man. He'd probably fail at saying it without some odd emphasis, making it sound hollow or conceding- because of course she looks beautiful.
Second impulse, just reach out and pull her into his arms. Romantic, but hasty. Much too hasty. Concord's skin crawls at the desire to show good restraint warred with passionate boldness.
Final decision, he nods to her, respectfully stepping aside so she can enter the room. His bulk fills the entry hall leading this bathroom and then bedroom space, unless he moves his back against the wall to give her space.
They had spoken only with text, so his voice might surprise her. Concord speaks very quietly, low and gruff, but with a western type of twang. It is a soothing type of voice, one that is difficult to imagine being raised in anger,]
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Second impulse, just reach out and pull her into his arms. Romantic, but hasty. Much too hasty. Concord's skin crawls at the desire to show good restraint warred with passionate boldness.
Final decision, he nods to her, respectfully stepping aside so she can enter the room. His bulk fills the entry hall leading this bathroom and then bedroom space, unless he moves his back against the wall to give her space.
They had spoken only with text, so his voice might surprise her. Concord speaks very quietly, low and gruff, but with a western type of twang. It is a soothing type of voice, one that is difficult to imagine being raised in anger,]
Yes. Welcome... make yourself comfortable.