[He decided that any further touch right now would be too much, unfair to put on her. He just focused on where their skin already met and tried, probably fancifully, to send energy—support—Force—flowing between them, there.
After a moment, quietly confessed:]
I know it isn't fair. About what I want, not what you do. But I'm so glad you're here. Alive.
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Date: 2019-06-24 04:59 am (UTC)After a moment, quietly confessed:]
I know it isn't fair. About what I want, not what you do. But I'm so glad you're here. Alive.