[ As always, unaware of the inner workings of Louise's messed up head, Theodore doesn't know how to respond, aside from the obvious. Yes, Louise, let's go, because he trusts her despite his fear. When has she ever not solved her (and his) problems?
His eyes drift down to their hands, realizing that he hadn't even thought of them touching just moments before. He really needs to work on not being so distracted all the time, but she's assured him it's something that should pass as his mind continues to tinker itself into perfection. Or something. ]
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His eyes drift down to their hands, realizing that he hadn't even thought of them touching just moments before. He really needs to work on not being so distracted all the time, but she's assured him it's something that should pass as his mind continues to tinker itself into perfection. Or something. ]
So we're not having dinner.