[It doesn't sound odd to him -- or at least, no more odd than anything else about the situation has been. But he nonetheless hides a faint, lopsided smile that threatens to emerge, nodding to show his agreement.]
I think so, too. I'm not sure anything less would've done it.
[... Okay, so he's not entirely unaffected. He rubs the back of his neck, fighting off a blush threatening to creep back into his cheeks as he says it. The elevator doors open -- a solid reminder that time goes on in spite of this strange moment. He watches her as she pauses at the door, finally letting a small but fond smile tug at his expression.
Of course she speaks some French. Of course she does.]
I hope so. 'Til then.
[He raises a hand in a casual wave just before the doors shut. It's still several floors to his own destination; rather than listen to the painting prattle on, he covers it with his jacket for the rest of ride.]
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I think so, too. I'm not sure anything less would've done it.
[... Okay, so he's not entirely unaffected. He rubs the back of his neck, fighting off a blush threatening to creep back into his cheeks as he says it. The elevator doors open -- a solid reminder that time goes on in spite of this strange moment. He watches her as she pauses at the door, finally letting a small but fond smile tug at his expression.
Of course she speaks some French. Of course she does.]
I hope so. 'Til then.
[He raises a hand in a casual wave just before the doors shut. It's still several floors to his own destination; rather than listen to the painting prattle on, he covers it with his jacket for the rest of ride.]