[ but when she does, she can do little more than stare back in a similar, dumb-founded fashion. it couldn't have been more than a handful of seconds of stunned silence shared between them, the proximity even less so given she's still pressed against his chest plate (and suddenly the coldness makes sense now) but in that moment it seemed to stretch on endlessly because that's just how long it's taking weiss to make the connection between the gentle, encouraging, heroic jaune arc who'd taken pains to reassure her in the dark
and the silly, doofy, pathetic jaune arc she knows and occasionally tolerates. ]
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and the silly, doofy, pathetic jaune arc she knows and occasionally tolerates. ]