[He shifts, moving to sit cross-legged directly in front of the bed, not releasing her hand.] Would you... perhaps, someday, be open to...?
[The unfinished sentence is heavy with questions, but he can't quite say them. Tessa's culture is so reserved about certain subjects and, even in the future, physical intimacy seems to just happen (or, at least, that's how it has worked with those around him). It isn't something that requires discussion.]
no subject
[The unfinished sentence is heavy with questions, but he can't quite say them. Tessa's culture is so reserved about certain subjects and, even in the future, physical intimacy seems to just happen (or, at least, that's how it has worked with those around him). It isn't something that requires discussion.]