[ He pauses, since, well, she's got him there. And that nervous tick comes back, biting on the inside of his lower lip, and he glances over at the stove top.
Another breath in, another out, and he says with obvious hesitance, ]
Not usually, but with you...
[ He trails off. It seems too sappy to admit it aloud, but he wanted to say, "with you, I wouldn't mind." ]
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Another breath in, another out, and he says with obvious hesitance, ]
Not usually, but with you...
[ He trails off. It seems too sappy to admit it aloud, but he wanted to say, "with you, I wouldn't mind." ]