[He becomes redder if that is possible, running a hand consciously through his hair. While he had nothing against her continuing to straighten his bow tie for no good reason other than to be close to him, he...decides to let her go. They had tea ready, and he did not want to end up doing or saying anything foolish or ungentlemanly with Quistis in his personal space.
But now he regrets not taking her hand when the opportunity presented itself, not taking her hand and reassuring her that she was doing nothing wrong. He glances away for a moment as if searching for something else to focus on, but finds himself constantly drawn back to Quistis.
He patiently waits for her to bring the teapot, only pulling her chair out for her when she decides to sit, paying no heed to her nervousness (he probably didn't notice anyway and was probably more concerned with how he carried himself right now; hopefully not with the air of a lovesick teenager).
Edgeworth, on the other hand, seats himself rather abruptly, too eager to begin tea, which should present less opportunities for him to mess things up.]
Did you make these yourself? [He gestures to the lemon sablés and macarons curiously.]
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[He becomes redder if that is possible, running a hand consciously through his hair. While he had nothing against her continuing to straighten his bow tie for no good reason other than to be close to him, he...decides to let her go. They had tea ready, and he did not want to end up doing or saying anything foolish or ungentlemanly with Quistis in his personal space.
But now he regrets not taking her hand when the opportunity presented itself, not taking her hand and reassuring her that she was doing nothing wrong. He glances away for a moment as if searching for something else to focus on, but finds himself constantly drawn back to Quistis.
He patiently waits for her to bring the teapot, only pulling her chair out for her when she decides to sit, paying no heed to her nervousness (he probably didn't notice anyway and was probably more concerned with how he carried himself right now; hopefully not with the air of a lovesick teenager).
Edgeworth, on the other hand, seats himself rather abruptly, too eager to begin tea, which should present less opportunities for him to mess things up.]
Did you make these yourself? [He gestures to the lemon sablés and macarons curiously.]