footsteps are slow as they get closer to her door because she knows it has to end there ( she knows how impulsive she could find herself if she DOES let him inside. ) she doesn’t want to be done talking to him yet ——- she’s found it to be more fun than a majority of things she’s done since coming to college, but she can’t take it anywhere else from here. all she can do is try to keep him hanging on in her doorway, and hopefully that’s enough. as she reaches her door, she turns to rest her back against it and tugs on the hand of his she’s holding, bringing him in slightly closer to her before swaying his hand back and forth between them. ❝ you know, i’ve made that walk a thousand times before. you don’t always have to come get me from the studio, ❞ she points out, a small grin on her lips telling him that she’s GLAD he does. it’s a small amount of time she gets to spend with him. ❝ but ——- it’s nice. i like taking walks with you. ❞
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