"We could try something else. If you want to. I mean, I want to. I just don't have any idea what I'm doing. Which I guess was probably pretty obvious, by now."
There's a self-deprecating tone in his voice, as there always is, but it's a little different than normal; he knows that Ned isn't going to start making fun of him for his lack of experience -- if he'd been intending to do that, he would have done it long ago.
"When you said you weren't very good at that? You're good at it. At least, I think so."
He's aware that his compliment might not hold as much weight, considering he'd also just said that he didn't have any idea what he was doing, but it's a genuine one, nonetheless. Maybe that's why he runs his fingers through Ned's hair and down his cheek again, marveling at just how good he feels.
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There's a self-deprecating tone in his voice, as there always is, but it's a little different than normal; he knows that Ned isn't going to start making fun of him for his lack of experience -- if he'd been intending to do that, he would have done it long ago.
"When you said you weren't very good at that? You're good at it. At least, I think so."
He's aware that his compliment might not hold as much weight, considering he'd also just said that he didn't have any idea what he was doing, but it's a genuine one, nonetheless. Maybe that's why he runs his fingers through Ned's hair and down his cheek again, marveling at just how good he feels.