Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
Perhaps somewhere without giant reptiles that think you're a meal on legs? [He counters gently, before he stops talking at all with his hand on her cheek, the blood of redness felt like heat against his fingertips. The moment is measured in her breaths that he can feel racing along the horn of his thumb until she shakes her head and lets him go.
There's still some part of him, that fifteen year old boy that he mentioned once to her, that likes to see a pretty girl smile. His other hand comes up and even as she mumbles her apology, his thumbs start at her bottom lip and lightly push outward as if he could coax her mouth into that smile.] You don't need to apologize. [If this was one of his telenovellas, he'd kiss her now, but he doesn't. Instead his hands drift to her shoulders and he tugs her in, arms sliding around her body for a hug that he thinks she needs.]