Heat rises in Dustin's face as he struggles to hold back one of two feelings. The first is something awful, but the second, thank God, is his saving grace. Shame floods him like antifreeze, cool and sweet and just in time to remind him exactly why it is he can't be trusted.
He's lucky. Without it, he might've given in to impulse and kissed her immediately. The way he does, sometimes, when they're alone like this. He does try to be better than that, of course, but. Maybe Lucy's right. Trying isn't enough.
Dustin clears his throat, but his voice is still rough when he finally speaks. "I can feel your heart," he says and because ultimately, he's a failure, he doesn't move his hand.
Dustin & Lucy
Heat rises in Dustin's face as he struggles to hold back one of two feelings. The first is something awful, but the second, thank God, is his saving grace. Shame floods him like antifreeze, cool and sweet and just in time to remind him exactly why it is he can't be trusted.
He's lucky. Without it, he might've given in to impulse and kissed her immediately. The way he does, sometimes, when they're alone like this. He does try to be better than that, of course, but. Maybe Lucy's right. Trying isn't enough.
Dustin clears his throat, but his voice is still rough when he finally speaks. "I can feel your heart," he says and because ultimately, he's a failure, he doesn't move his hand.