Her step backwards surprises him, and for a moment, he simply stands there blinking. But she isn't yelling at him, isn't slamming the door in his face. She'd responded to the kiss in a way that makes it clear that he hadn't been misreading all of this. It doesn't matter that they aren't from the same moment in time. Not when those feelings aren't foreign to either of them.
"Sorry for waking you up." It's a quiet murmur, the silence of the world around them sinking in enough to have him keep the volume down. It's still the middle of the night, regardless of the fact that the two of them are awake now. So it stands to reason that they should probably move this inside. Which he does, after a few moments deliberation, stepping far enough in to her apartment to close the door behind them.
With the outside cut off though, wariness kicks in, and while a part of him wants nothing more than to continue where they left off, he can't help but hesitate this time. He really has no idea how welcome this is. Whether she responded because she was caught off-guard, because she was tired. Whether there are actual feelings there, or whether it's simply a pack thing.
Whether it's because he's an alpha.
(No, it can't be that. He refuses to believe it's that. Malia is more than capable of making those choices, no matter who he is.)
...he's thinking too hard about all this. He knows it. It's just a little difficult to push past it all when he still doesn't know when she's from. Doesn't know whether--
"Do you remember us?" A rushed question, and one he knows he shouldn't be posing like that. Not when it may be something she hasn't lived through yet.
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"Sorry for waking you up." It's a quiet murmur, the silence of the world around them sinking in enough to have him keep the volume down. It's still the middle of the night, regardless of the fact that the two of them are awake now. So it stands to reason that they should probably move this inside. Which he does, after a few moments deliberation, stepping far enough in to her apartment to close the door behind them.
With the outside cut off though, wariness kicks in, and while a part of him wants nothing more than to continue where they left off, he can't help but hesitate this time. He really has no idea how welcome this is. Whether she responded because she was caught off-guard, because she was tired. Whether there are actual feelings there, or whether it's simply a pack thing.
Whether it's because he's an alpha.
(No, it can't be that. He refuses to believe it's that. Malia is more than capable of making those choices, no matter who he is.)
...he's thinking too hard about all this. He knows it. It's just a little difficult to push past it all when he still doesn't know when she's from. Doesn't know whether--
"Do you remember us?" A rushed question, and one he knows he shouldn't be posing like that. Not when it may be something she hasn't lived through yet.