Re: Crowd Outskirts: Conner/Donna
Donna didn't understand entirely what was wrong, but his admittance that he couldn't think was more than disconcerting. Her plate was tossed to the side, and she easily took his hand to let him lead her away, zero overthinking involved. She wasn't the greatest at figuring out people, how they thought or what they wanted, her naivety leading her to take most words spoken at face value. He didn't seem the type to have some hidden ulterior motive, which is possibly one of the main reasons she felt at ease with him. The other was that confidence he radiated, and when it appeared to be shaken by something more than bad food, Donna immediately was on edge watching those small subtle changes in his expression.
Her fingers shifted in Conner's hand, slowly lacing between his and pulling herself close to him. No, not in some instinctual manner, or even accidentally. This time it was quite purposeful, hoping that her being near would offer some sort of comfort. Donna waited until the party was behind them before speaking, her free hand grazing over his plaid clad arm, "What's wrong? Do you want to talk about it?" Those big brown eyes stared up at him, troubled by his unease, and simultaneously wondering if she were overstepping her boundaries by asking. "We don't have to, either. I could instead distract you with talk of dynamic optimality conjecture for splay trees."