[She does not mention his height again, but apparently he's going to do it for her. The height difference is... almost comical, really - her shoulder is more or less level with his elbow even when he's slouching.]
Oh, don't be silly. [Jane chides him gently, and as they step away from the house she adjusts the strap of her bag on her shoulder, then reaches up and slides her fingertips softly across his palm.
She flushes slightly pink as she takes hold of his hand and the pit of her stomach flutters. Is that too much, or is it fine? She wanted to do it, but she has no idea how this kind of thing is meant to work. Following her impulses seems to be the way to go.]
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Oh, don't be silly. [Jane chides him gently, and as they step away from the house she adjusts the strap of her bag on her shoulder, then reaches up and slides her fingertips softly across his palm.
She flushes slightly pink as she takes hold of his hand and the pit of her stomach flutters. Is that too much, or is it fine? She wanted to do it, but she has no idea how this kind of thing is meant to work. Following her impulses seems to be the way to go.]
It's not awkward at all, see?