[ she doesn't expect anything. he doesn't answer and she's not surprised, but she does hesitate over the unraveling of tension, over her own cluelessness. maybe if he'd answered she'd know what she was waiting for, too.
instead she exhales, clenches her jaw in answering frustration. looks at his lips for the moment he's distracted by scanning the room. ] Mingling. Talking. Preventing some party disaster. [ her eyes are concentrated back on him now, and she drops her hand from his chest and manages to do it carelessly. the moment's over. yet she does not step away, barely even shifts. ]