[Don't blush, don't blush, don't- oh, dammit. He shuffles a bit awkwardly, taking her hand and giving it a light squeeze. They're in public, so he's a little reluctant to be too physical, but he doesn't want to let her go or push her away, either.]
You're... looking pretty. [...Um. That sounds weird, coming from him.] You always do, though, so. [Wait, is that implying that she's just plain today?] ....I like your hair.
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You're... looking pretty. [...Um. That sounds weird, coming from him.] You always do, though, so. [Wait, is that implying that she's just plain today?] ....I like your hair.
[...Probably safer.]