When his touch, yet again, is uncannily accurate, her thoughts go from confusion to flat-out reeling, not that it's outwardly evident as practiced as she is at appearing controlled when she's anything but. Part of her wants to leap away for reasons both noble and selfish, but that would lead to its own questions that she isn't prepared to answer. How did this get so out of hand so quickly? (Her only explanation, of course, is to blame herself, that Daryl's just trying to respond to her pressuring him to stay this physically close and doesn't have a clue about the loss he's innocently dredging up.)
Rather than startle away, she releases her hold and slowly moves to step out from his, because if she stays like this there's no way she won't cry and that impression is not the one she wants to leave him with. Her hand immediately moves to rest against the back of her neck, then moved just as quickly when she becomes aware she's doing it -- which may be telling, but only in the sense that she's not usually fidgety unless someone knew what she was hiding there. Far more telling is that she's quickly getting red in the face because she knows exactly how unhinged she must seem.
"-- Sorry. It's not..." Why is she talking? She knows better than to talk when she doesn't know what she's about to say. But she owes him an explanation for why she's acting like a lunatic, he has to know it's not a rejection because if she has to see that hurt look on his face again because of something she did she's really gonna lose it. And here she thought being suddenly on a spaceship was the most complicated thing she'd have to do today.
"I know I look crazy, but..." But what? Come on, think! In the end all she can do is murmur under her breath, "God, I don't know where to start."
Those moments when you're watching yourself be an idiot and can't manage to shut up despite how loudly your rational self is screaming for you to just stop? Yeah. But if she's going down in flames at least she won't be a liar to boot.
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Rather than startle away, she releases her hold and slowly moves to step out from his, because if she stays like this there's no way she won't cry and that impression is not the one she wants to leave him with. Her hand immediately moves to rest against the back of her neck, then moved just as quickly when she becomes aware she's doing it -- which may be telling, but only in the sense that she's not usually fidgety unless someone knew what she was hiding there. Far more telling is that she's quickly getting red in the face because she knows exactly how unhinged she must seem.
"-- Sorry. It's not..." Why is she talking? She knows better than to talk when she doesn't know what she's about to say. But she owes him an explanation for why she's acting like a lunatic, he has to know it's not a rejection because if she has to see that hurt look on his face again because of something she did she's really gonna lose it. And here she thought being suddenly on a spaceship was the most complicated thing she'd have to do today.
"I know I look crazy, but..." But what? Come on, think! In the end all she can do is murmur under her breath, "God, I don't know where to start."
Those moments when you're watching yourself be an idiot and can't manage to shut up despite how loudly your rational self is screaming for you to just stop? Yeah. But if she's going down in flames at least she won't be a liar to boot.