he could leave it now. pretend he was joking, let it all fall into safe territory. let it continue to be so. but if he had to step out for her, he would. there was no question of that, only certainty. “padmé.” warren stood, taking her hands into his, “come on. let go.” his smile was warm, as it always was for her. this time it was also knowing. if this was breaking rules, taking it too far— then so be it. he didn’t care. he really couldn’t care anymore. he slowly began guiding her outside, as though half expecting protest. once at the door, he made sure it opened at his mental command, not wanting to let go of her for a moment.
/ ah you’re too sweet, thank you! yours is >>