[ Tseng hopes for appreciation. For all the time he's spent studying her expressions, cataloging each nuance for reasons both personal and professional, there's something in the way her smile softens, and the flush on her cheeks. That makes it difficult to even pretend they're still maintaining the careful distance.
His eyes flicker down, briefly, to where her fingers rest over the bracelet as if to hold it in place. Even if he hoped she likes it, Tseng hadn't expected her to say something so absolute, so freely given. ] Really? [ A pause, then a slight curve to his mouth, subtle but present. Tseng realizes how struck he is by her words, but too belated to stifle the obvious contentment in his expression.
His gaze lifts back to hers. He might as well commit to it. ] That would make me glad.
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His eyes flicker down, briefly, to where her fingers rest over the bracelet as if to hold it in place. Even if he hoped she likes it, Tseng hadn't expected her to say something so absolute, so freely given. ] Really? [ A pause, then a slight curve to his mouth, subtle but present. Tseng realizes how struck he is by her words, but too belated to stifle the obvious contentment in his expression.
His gaze lifts back to hers. He might as well commit to it. ] That would make me glad.