All at once Soren freezes. My question wavers in the are between us, quelling us both into an unnatural silence, dread and unease settling upon me like a thick frost. His hands linger at my waist, eyes not quite meeting mine, as though he fears what he might see there: a raging beast, or a soul slipping into the depths of despair. Neither seem like a particularly favourable option.
He looks like he wants to say something, his lips moving in silent speech, but the words don't fully come out, a faint smile playing on his lips that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Whatever 'decision' he has made, it is obviously one he has hesitations about telling me.
The thought of that doesn't exactly sit well on my conscience.
