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Rohan wasn't entirely sure he understood everything that had happened that evening; in fact, he wasn't sure he could have told anyone exactly what had happened, or if it was even significant in any way. It sure as hell felt like it was significant to him, but then again, he'd been known to think differently from other people quite often and he didn't quite trust his own thoughts on the situation.

And then, of course... there was Ursula, and the fact he didn't quite dare to figure out if she had made the situation better or worse with her sudden interest in him and Khalla. Actually, it was probably safe to say that anything Ursula got herself involved into was going to end unpredictably. At any rate, Rohan was trying to figure out if he was perhaps, being an utter idiot by pondering over the situation this much; maybe it hadn't been as particularly interesting for the girl that now walked beside him, as it had for him.

At least they were out of that gym, and out of the crowd of people that had made him feel like a fish out of water (even if he did, in fact, belong to their group). It had been interesting to note that Khalla had managed to fit in impressively when inserted into such an event. In fact, had anyone been looking at them, they'd have probably thought that girl belonged there, while Rohan looked like a bit of an outsider.

His gaze slipped over to the object of his thoughts as they walked down the well-lit street (After all, he really wished to avoid trouble that night, and even though he was pretty sure most of the negaverse, if not all of it, had been accounted for at that wedding, which meant tonight was pretty much a.... off-night, he wasn't sure what other dangers lurked around). Instead of asking what he really wanted to ask, he motioned towards her dress of choice with a nod of his head, "Hopefully you're not feeling particularly chilly?" he kicked his mind when it kindly reminded him rather cheerfully that another slow, close dance would have fixed that right up!

Stupid, stupid mind. And stupid, stupid, unhelpful thoughts.

The fact she seemed distracted did not pass unnoticed. For the most part, the girl was usually pretty attentive and tried to answer anything anyone asked her right away (as if she thought it were rude not to do so - he was pretty sure she did think that).

Instead of chiding her, he motioned to her dressing attire with a wave of his hand when she looked up at him, startled out of whatever thoughts she'd been dwelling on, "Your dress, Khalla. I figured you'd be cold," in a way, it was mildly comforting to know he wasn't the only one that felt distracted and drowned in thoughts; turn about was indeed fair play. However, at the same time, the notion she didn't look all that happy at the current moment didn't sit all too well with him (for whatever reason - he wasn't bothering to try to understand or analyze his own thoughts, since it was proving to be a futile at the moment, given the fact it was creating more questions and stress than it was solving).

His gaze stayed on her as she finally answered, and though she assured him she was fine, Rohan didn't look all that convinced. But then again, that might've been his mind prodding at him, being more treacherous than he'd thought it to be possible, "If you're sure," he said as he stuck his hands inside his pockets, trying to not look mildly disappointed (which he wasn't sure he was pulling off correctly). He'd been about ready to sink back into the comfortable silence and his thoughts when she spoke up again.

It was only then that Rohan realized she was right; it hadn't been a bad night at all, and the notion pretty much contradicted all former expectations for said night, "No, it wasn't all that bad," he agreed as he offered her a small smile, "Not at all. Ursula included. I think she was only trying to help; she just has a very strange... way of helping."

Rohan could have laughed. He really could have; however, as it was, he chose to remain politely quiet as she offered to let him know if she got cold. Apparently (thankfully, really) the reasons why he'd been asking such questions in the first place had gone 'woosh' over her head, which meant that... in a way, he was pretty much back at square one, but then again, on another hand, at least it wasn't because she wasn't interested.

It was just that the notion hadn't even crossed her mind and idly... he wondered if that was worse. He turned his gaze away from her and towards the sky, which offered them a cloudy haven, even though it didn't seem like it'd be raining any time soon. His gaze only slid towards his companion momentarily as she spoke, "She's special, no doubt," was all he offered before returning his gaze to the clouds, as if by doing so he could hope to attempt to somehow clear his thoughts away from derailing into fields he didn't quite want to go into just then and now. He chose to close his mouth upon her request, after all, he knew the two females didn't quite get along (and he couldn't quite begrudge Khalla, both because he was apparently.... biased, which was ironic, and because he really did know Ursula was a handful at the best of times).

The fact he'd been lost in looking up at the clouds (as if they could offer insight on his multiple problems) meant that when she took his arm, he was thrown entirely for a hoop. His gaze snapped back down at her instantly, though in his defense, he actually managed to hold his ground and not trip, which was, in his mild opinion, quite the feat given the circumstances.

A good night indeed, though possibly not for the same reasons Khalla thought it was.

Rohan quickly decided that though this didn't quite feel like the dancing, it was leagues better than having her drag him around by his hand. Again, he swiftly decided he could, in fact, get used to it "It was fine," he told her, and then decided that she actually deserved the truth, "I really enjoyed it," a pause, "Thank you for it," and now that he'd actually admitted to it, he was forced to take his gaze away from her, because her close proximity was making him feel extremely self conscious.

Rohan was still trying to process how he felt about her taking his arm when she decided to take it a step further and moved to hug it to her. It was then he decided that yes, this was pretty much up there with the dancing, because while it was a tad less contact, it made up for it with the fact she was pretty much clinging to him in a way that made him think he might be some sort of lifeline. He wasn't entirely sure what had elicited such a reaction from her, but he wasn't about to question it, least she think twice about it.

After all... he was still enjoying himself quite a bit, even if all they were doing was something as horribly innocent as walking. Then again, he hadn't done something as innocent as walking side by side with anyone in a very long time, and he was pretty sure it'd never felt quite as thrilling as this. He pretty much felt like he was a child, waiting to board a roller coaster and waiting eagerly in line - well, more or less anyhow. Still, the comparison stood, "You're the one who accepted," her patting his arm forced his attention back down on her just in time to see her retreat one arm in order to mess almost neurotically with her earring.

Before he even knew what he was doing, he reached out with his free hand and took hold of her fussing hand. Of course, no sooner had he done that, that he paused and felt like a deer caught in spotlights, because now he had no ******** clue how to proceed, because in all honesty, he could not, for the life of him, recall his brain issuing a command for his arm to even bloody well move. After a few awkward seconds, he let her go, "You shouldn't fuss with it, it's fine," this from the man that had neurotically fussed with his tie so much he'd loosened it up a whole few inches from it's original position. Not to mention the way his shirt cuffs had looked before Khalla had straightened them out.

In his defense... he felt Khalla was tempting fate. He was pretty damned glad the girl had no way of peeking into his mind, because he was pretty sure that at that point in time she'd have probably issued some sort of restraining order against him. Woe was him, "I would've spent the day hiding in my apartment," at least if Ursula had let him - he wasn't entirely sure she would have. She might've crashed the door down and dragged him out. A pause followed after her question, though it was more due to him thinking something along the lines of 'Maybe the restraining order won't be necessary. Yay!' than anything else, "I'd love that," another pause, "Why?" it just... he just wasn't sure what he'd done to deserve it.

Rohan watched her as realization finally hit her. Amusingly enough, he was torn between feeling mildly amused that they were now on the same wavelength, and slightly concerned that she seemed to be taking it so hard. He opted for the former, though he still couldn't help but feel tendrils of concern; apparently he'd been right to assume the possibility he actually liked her hadn't even crossed her mind. Though in her defense, he'd been pretty careful to hide it. He'd only slipped a couple of times, and this one had been the most obvious of them.

It was decisively endearing, the way she was not fumbling over words and stumbling to try to form coherent answers that didn't have double meaning. She was, however, failing rather miserably at it, now that she was so self conscious, and had it been any other time or any other person, Rohan might have just considered laughing. Instead, he watched as she dropped her hand from his arm and looked awkwardly about; somehow, he could understand how she was feeling, and besides, he'd not really been expecting anything from her to begin with.

Instead of answering her statements, he smiled slightly at her (something which he did all too rarely), "Don't worry," it came out of nowhere, but... he simply couldn't ignore the proverbial elephant in the room (or road, as it was), and let her suffer, "It's fine," he reached out with a hand and placed it on top of her head, allowing it to linger there for a few moments before carefully ruffling the hair (making sure not to to really undo the hairdo she seemed to fuss with so often), "Really," the underlying message was clear 'I wasn't expecting anything from you,', "I won't do anything," after all, he hadn't been the one to initiate any of the contact they'd shared that night (or even previous days) - he wasn't particularly good at initiating things, as a rule of thumb, and while he had grabbed he had, he actually couldn't recall his mind issuing the actual order for it.

After a few moments, he retreated his hand from her head and stuck them inside his jacket pockets, his gaze returning to look up ahead, "Am I still invited to dinner, then?" he felt it was only fair to ask, considering the change of events.

Despite the fact he'd barely ruffled her hair, her hand instantly went up to fuss with the dreads. It always amused him (albeit silently), that she was so self conscious of something he felt didn't look bad on her at all. If Ursula had wanted to, she could have told her to do a great many other things that would have been further more degrading than the dreads, that was for sure. As it was, Rohan tilted his head to watch her as she fussed and took in his words; he would've told her he thought her hair was just fine, but at that given moment in time, what with her sudden epiphany about him, he wasn't sure she'd appreciate it. Thus so, he kept his mouth shut.

Had she bothered to look up, she'd have realized that guilt wasn't amongst the emotions he was feeling; as far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong with what he felt, so long he coped with it and did not expect anything from her in return. After all, liking someone wasn't a selfish feeling, and he'd more or less come to terms with it a while back; it was when she pulled stunts like the dancing that he was caught off-guard (but he'd pretty much decided he'd like that part too). He figured she'd be more careful now, but at least she hadn't yet run for the proverbial hills, which was a pretty good sign in his eyes.

The irony of her words. If she only knew what sort of man he really was, "No, no you don't," he told her, arching a brow as he watched the way she now walked, as far away from him as she possibly could, without being rude, "But that's fine. That's why I'm telling you," he was watching her out the corner of an eye. Amusingly enough, now that the proverbial cat was out of the bag, he felt far better and far less awkward than he had before, though apparently, it meant that it was her turn to squirm around, which was pretty unfortunate. Still, Rohan felt that the fact she hadn't revoked the invitation was a good enough sign.

"I can deal with that," he told her, "I have work to do these next few days anyhow," both back at the school and... for his extracurricular duties. He was sure that now that the wedding was over with, they would be asked to double their efforts, "I can wait," with that, he directed his gaze back ahead of them, letting them sink into a comfortable (for him, anyhow) silence as they walked the now more familiar streets. Her house was just up ahead; he could see it, even in the dim lights. It was interesting to know he recognized it and yet he'd only been there a couple of times. As they reached the front part of the house, he turned to look at her for a long, silent moment, "You did nothing wrong, Khalla," a pause, "Will you be fine?"

He watched her silently as she turned away from him, apparently deciding that he had nothing useful to add to the now finished conversation. Still, he did not wish to move from where he stood till he was sure she was inside the house and safe (though Lord only knew what or whom he was protecting her from, seeing as how he was probably the worst threat to her in within the vicinity).

When she turned that last time to glance his way, he offered her a polite nod and then watched as the door closed behind her. All things considered, things could have gone a hell of a lot worse, as far as he was concerned. That in mind, Rohan offered the house one last look before turning around and walking away.

He felt like he'd taken a load off his shoulders, and he was only concerned that she probably felt it was her turn to bear said load.