Sunday! \^^/

[ Her anxiety makes the sunlit air vibrate. Hei can't follow the specific thread of her thoughts. But he can sure as hell calculate their general direction. He shuts the door, then steps closer to her, stopping just out of arm's reach, as if kept back by a force field. While there's an impulse to touch her, he's ready to give her all the space that she requires. He doesn't want her to be skittish around him -- no moreso than she already is. ]

[ (Not now, when bit by careful bit, he's trying to make things up to her.) ]

[ After a tick, he extends a hand, a strange facsimile of softness showing in the set of his eyes and mouth. It's not his usual mute order -- Come here. It's something almost like Please? ]