[ when she stands, shifting her way to stand before his legs, he parts his knees almost on reflex, getting her the room to settle in between them as his hands go to her waist, eyes briefly closing as she presses her lips soft against his forehead, soothing for as short as the gesture is.
he blinks his eyes open again with her comment, nose scrunching with a squint as he peers up at her with a quizzed look. ]
Who says I wanna know anything about—?
[ but she shuts him up with a kiss, lips pursing a bit as a result, even if his squinted stare lingers for another beat before finally softening, like he's defeated, thumbs rubbing absentmindedly at her hips. ]
Just ... don't talk about me so much.
[ it's not necessarily a serious ask, and not even a real concern. he knows clara's probably not going to say anything too personal about him, and he's not even against her bringing him up in conversation; when it comes to being a topic of conversation, he's plenty used to being talked about. is he just awkward about the kind of context she might talk about him in? possibly. ]
no subject
he blinks his eyes open again with her comment, nose scrunching with a squint as he peers up at her with a quizzed look. ]
Who says I wanna know anything about—?
[ but she shuts him up with a kiss, lips pursing a bit as a result, even if his squinted stare lingers for another beat before finally softening, like he's defeated, thumbs rubbing absentmindedly at her hips. ]
Just ... don't talk about me so much.
[ it's not necessarily a serious ask, and not even a real concern. he knows clara's probably not going to say anything too personal about him, and he's not even against her bringing him up in conversation; when it comes to being a topic of conversation, he's plenty used to being talked about. is he just awkward about the kind of context she might talk about him in? possibly. ]