[ He expects that, to truly know Isabelle, it will take him years. And he is willing to put in the time, to let time allow them to learn about each other in fits and starts, moments like these, nights where everything seems to make sense and he feels like he is right where he belongs. ]
I am. [ He smiles when she asks if he'd be comfortable to sing for her, and sure, he might feel a hint of self-consciousness, but if there is someone he's more than willing to share this with, it's Isabelle. He looks up at the night sky outside the window once more, scratching his throat before he starts singing, his eyes closing as he does. ]
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I am. [ He smiles when she asks if he'd be comfortable to sing for her, and sure, he might feel a hint of self-consciousness, but if there is someone he's more than willing to share this with, it's Isabelle. He looks up at the night sky outside the window once more, scratching his throat before he starts singing, his eyes closing as he does. ]