[Rogue drops her gaze, still biting her lip nervously. She knows what he hopes- what he wants to hear but the words are stuck in her throat. This is all happening so fast. The last few minutes have just turned into a giant whirlwind. One hand moves to rest lightly upon his chest, the other moving towards hand twinned into her hair, fingers trailing along his arm.
When words finally become unstuck in her throat, they're not the one he's hoped for and her voice is low, not looking him in the eye.] Julian, I can't. I can't say it back yet.
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When words finally become unstuck in her throat, they're not the one he's hoped for and her voice is low, not looking him in the eye.] Julian, I can't. I can't say it back yet.