[ And strangely, he knows she's telling the truth. She really does consider his presence comforting, somehow. He can't begin to fathom why- it's not like Hux, whose half-formed fear of being taken by his enemies here vanishes in his presence. No, it's something else.
[ He pauses, trying to force an idea he doesn't even properly understand into words. All he knows is that something rebels inside him when she says he is kind, even though it's something he wants to hear from her. It's frustrating, and it takes him a little too long for the pause to seem intentional, even without the other clues of his furrowed brow and firm-pressed lips.
In the end, it isn't a pause at all because he has nothing to follow it with. He just glances down at his hands before easing up onto his feet and offering her an arm up. ]
no subject
But he doesn't really know what it is. ]
You're kind, Padmé. I'm--
[ He pauses, trying to force an idea he doesn't even properly understand into words. All he knows is that something rebels inside him when she says he is kind, even though it's something he wants to hear from her. It's frustrating, and it takes him a little too long for the pause to seem intentional, even without the other clues of his furrowed brow and firm-pressed lips.
In the end, it isn't a pause at all because he has nothing to follow it with. He just glances down at his hands before easing up onto his feet and offering her an arm up. ]