[ It probably feels a lot like windchimes in the sense that each sound probably ripples out, thudding along with his heart beat. It picks up when she pulls their hands up. He swallows. Thankfully he's easily distracted by her words instead. ]

I don't really mean most of what I say. [ Most. ] It's just that... sometimes. [ He shrugs. ] The way people react tells a lot about them, I think. Sometimes they just deserve it.

[ LIKE THE PERVERTS IN THE CAFE... you know who you are x-( ]