[He's - still holding on to her. She doesn't lift her head for a long time, too nervous to look directly at him. Last time they were this close, she was overtaken with an odd sense of calm, but it's nowhere to be found now. Her heart's racing, palms sweating, and she feels ludicrously warm.
Finally, when she's able to work up the courage, she picks up her head and takes the opportunity to see him at close range. He's so cute... she brushes his bangs back off his face gently, despite the fact that she knows they'll just fall right back into place. She likes how they fall over his glasses, but without hiding his eyes.]