[She knew it, even if it was delayed. The Achilles spot. She's a little insulted on her own behalf that it took her so long to realize. Apparently it was still... sensitive. She files this accordingly.]
[When he pulls her hand away, she doesn't fight it, letting it rest where he sets it and only lightly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Annabeth can read his face and everything on it clear as day, and as endearing as it is, she flushes a little herself. Over the whole thing.]
[Because logic:] You're probably - you know. Just still hyper aware. [Given what they were kind of in the middle of, too. Noooope still red. And a little less urgent, despite the look of need on his face and the same feeling in her gut. With her other hand, she brushes some of the hair from his eyes.]
no subject
[When he pulls her hand away, she doesn't fight it, letting it rest where he sets it and only lightly fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Annabeth can read his face and everything on it clear as day, and as endearing as it is, she flushes a little herself. Over the whole thing.]
[Because logic:] You're probably - you know. Just still hyper aware. [Given what they were kind of in the middle of, too. Noooope still red. And a little less urgent, despite the look of need on his face and the same feeling in her gut. With her other hand, she brushes some of the hair from his eyes.]