[she hesitates before starting to speak up to correct that just part, only to be cut off by his gesture.]
O-oh, ah... [she gulps her heart back down her throat, feeling a little light-headed. without thinking (there is no think in here, only delicate screeching), she takes his hand, at least sixty percent sure an orchestra's going to strike up any second now.]
no subject
O-oh, ah... [she gulps her heart back down her throat, feeling a little light-headed. without thinking (there is no think in here, only delicate screeching), she takes his hand, at least sixty percent sure an orchestra's going to strike up any second now.]
Alright. Um. O-okay.