That the two of them had been sent to each other by fae or fate to figure things out wouldn't have occurred to Aris but there's a sort of serendipity to it that makes sense on this unusual day and he perks up visibly, equal parts hopeful and curious and uncertain. Even if he's known for a while that telling Viola how he feels is a bad idea.

...Isn't it?

He shifts in the grass, turning a bit more toward the girl and starting to turn the thimble over in his fingers again. It's a restless gesture that isn't like him but right now it's sort of reassuring. He shakes his head. "...No. I don't normally do that stuff, you know? Does yours?"