Ren hesitated.
Not pulling back, it wasn't that he didn't want to… It was the hesitation of someone who has something they need to say first, something that would be better left clear before the moment moves on without them, even when the moment is exactly the one they've been wanting to arrive.
Luckily Luna caught it before he had to put it into words.
She stopped at one centimeter.
The bubbles kept spawning slowly from the plant stems around them, the fine rain continued its soft white noise and the space it created felt like something that existed between the outside world and wherever they were.
The distance between them was the distance left where noses touched, which was close enough to be something neither of them would deny was intimate and slightly closer than it had any right to be from a standing start, but less than the distance of something that had already happened before and that therefore didn't carry the full weight of the completely new or unknown.
