[He takes a few tentative steps closer, and rubs the back of his neck. It's a little sore from staring at the clouds all afternoon.]
I just...I-
[He swallows, and looks away. Words are tough sometimes. So, instead he inches closer again, until he's hovering right beside her, sort of radiating sadness and anxiety and uncertainty.]
Re: action.
[Yes.]
[He takes a few tentative steps closer, and rubs the back of his neck. It's a little sore from staring at the clouds all afternoon.]
I just...I-
[He swallows, and looks away. Words are tough sometimes. So, instead he inches closer again, until he's hovering right beside her, sort of radiating sadness and anxiety and uncertainty.]
Sorry.