[ @pippypile / bridget: ] "i like you! that's all."
oh. cue rapid, bewildered blink-blink-blinking. for a minute, they're unsure whether they misheard the other woman or not— a long, drawn-out beat passes as they slowly process, only vacant stares on either side to bridge the gap between. it's as if they're both in their own little world.
in the meantime, they idle by studying the intricacies of bridget's expression: the way her sweet, sincere smile tautens uncomfortably, eyebrows knitted together as she searches ramlethal's face for a reaction, something, anything... it's only when bridget opens her mouth to tack something on to her admission that finally, finally something seems to click in ramlethal's head.
i like you! it's a statement as simple and straightforward as bridget herself. they're definitely not supposed to be thinking about it this hard. there are different connotations to the word, obviously— which one did she mean? but... does it even matter? bridget appreciates and enjoys their company. that's why she wants to come along. and what's important is making sure that she knows they want her to tag along too.
a faint flicker of a smile. talk about a delayed reaction. muted though their tone is when they interrupt by murmuring, "thanks. i like you, too," in response, there's an unmistakable tenderness there. dimly, ramlethal is aware there's more to the thought than just that, but this seems good enough for now. it's true, after all.
