“Yes?” What is going on? Why is he asking — why is he /asking/? She looks up at him, towering over her, with huge eyes. She’s not /afraid/, but confused. So confused.
Hands shaking, Percival gently weaves his fingers together with Summer’s before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
He’s so tall! She has to stretch way up, and tilt her head back to reach. Her hands close tightly on his from the struggle to keep her balance, but she isn’t going to let go, not for the world.