[ Carolina's emotions might be categorized as confused anxiety, but Wash's are straight up on a razor's edge between excitement and panic, with subtler hints within each. Hope, love, and a freshly unrepressed longing war with his worry that they're wrong, or they're right but it'll go wrong somehow. He screws everything up.
...except their friendship. So maybe.
He finds himself holding his breath as Carolina leans in, but then she stops, and there's a burst of confusion from Wash as he tries to figure out if she's having second thoughts or just wants him to close the distance. The overlapping tangle of their feelings is getting to be a little overwhelming but he thinks it's that they're both nervous, and that's okay. This is a lot.
Forcing himself to breathe again Wash takes a baby step and presses their foreheads together, lifting a hand to cradle the back of Carolina's neck protectively. Keeping her close against him thinking maybe they just need to go slow, adjust to each step of this. The anxiety doesn't go away, but as he closes his eyes and brushes their noses together to get used to being so close, sharing her air, some of the fluttering in his stomach calms. One step at a time. This isn't something either of them thought they'd ever have again, he's pretty sure.
When he finally tilts his head and changes the angle to kiss her, it's soft and warm and careful. Very chaste even by first kiss standards, Wash not knowing how much would be too much. ]
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...except their friendship. So maybe.
He finds himself holding his breath as Carolina leans in, but then she stops, and there's a burst of confusion from Wash as he tries to figure out if she's having second thoughts or just wants him to close the distance. The overlapping tangle of their feelings is getting to be a little overwhelming but he thinks it's that they're both nervous, and that's okay. This is a lot.
Forcing himself to breathe again Wash takes a baby step and presses their foreheads together, lifting a hand to cradle the back of Carolina's neck protectively. Keeping her close against him thinking maybe they just need to go slow, adjust to each step of this. The anxiety doesn't go away, but as he closes his eyes and brushes their noses together to get used to being so close, sharing her air, some of the fluttering in his stomach calms. One step at a time. This isn't something either of them thought they'd ever have again, he's pretty sure.
When he finally tilts his head and changes the angle to kiss her, it's soft and warm and careful. Very chaste even by first kiss standards, Wash not knowing how much would be too much. ]