[he breathes that out. He still doesn't... move back. For a moment. But then he bows his head and shoot back, taking a more comfortable position which still sees him on the same cushion, but takes him right up out of her space. His voice is. Weird. He can't decide if he's resigned? Sad? Just accepting?]
Ah... I know.
[And he leans his head to the side, leaning his whole upper body against the couch's back sideways, so he can still face her]
no subject
[he breathes that out. He still doesn't... move back. For a moment. But then he bows his head and shoot back, taking a more comfortable position which still sees him on the same cushion, but takes him right up out of her space. His voice is. Weird. He can't decide if he's resigned? Sad? Just accepting?]
Ah... I know.
[And he leans his head to the side, leaning his whole upper body against the couch's back sideways, so he can still face her]