[Something inside him flips nervously when she looks up and meets his eyes, maybe because she's smiling, smiling at him, maybe because he still doesn't know if he's doing this right. He gives her hand another light squeeze, smiling back. Then he sets his hat on the ground. There. That frees up his hand again so that they can both work together - and so that they can still hold hands.]
I think... I think it's going to be the best hat anyway, no matter what. Because you helped me make it.
[Auugh, that didn't sound too stupid, did it? Nervous all over again, he starts picking up feathers and putting them in the hat.]
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Date: 2011-08-20 03:01 am (UTC)I think... I think it's going to be the best hat anyway, no matter what. Because you helped me make it.
[Auugh, that didn't sound too stupid, did it? Nervous all over again, he starts picking up feathers and putting them in the hat.]