[He settled a hand at her waist, his face tilted up with the full anticipation to kiss her, to touch her in the clothes she had so daringly tried on for him. So he's blindsided when she suddenly smacks him over the head with... something about Cyrus? Titles?
He leans back a bit and blinks at her, dumbfounded.]
Oh, that's, uh-- [Really weird timing? He swallows, throat bobbing just above where she fusses at his collar, and there's a stilted effort at feigned enthusiasm when he musters a:] Congrats. What's the title?
[Something he can't quite hide is the disappointment behind his expression. He knows how important the conflict is to her, but to bring it up now is almost a non sequitur. Was gaining the Tribune's approval more important to her than this?]
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He leans back a bit and blinks at her, dumbfounded.]
Oh, that's, uh-- [Really weird timing? He swallows, throat bobbing just above where she fusses at his collar, and there's a stilted effort at feigned enthusiasm when he musters a:] Congrats. What's the title?
[Something he can't quite hide is the disappointment behind his expression. He knows how important the conflict is to her, but to bring it up now is almost a non sequitur. Was gaining the Tribune's approval more important to her than this?]