I know you don't. I think I . . . understand a little better now, how to explain. And how much you love me.
[Which is a little embarrassing to have to say, and he ducks his head under Polnareff's chin again, but then he wiggles away and stands up, walking on the balls of his feet to the closet, which he opens and stares thoughtfully into for a moment or two, shifting his weight. Probably . . . start simple, right . . .]
[Shortly he pulls out a skirt, turns and displays it to Polnareff with a questioning noise, a little uncertain.]
no subject
[Which is a little embarrassing to have to say, and he ducks his head under Polnareff's chin again, but then he wiggles away and stands up, walking on the balls of his feet to the closet, which he opens and stares thoughtfully into for a moment or two, shifting his weight. Probably . . . start simple, right . . .]
[Shortly he pulls out a skirt, turns and displays it to Polnareff with a questioning noise, a little uncertain.]