[It was absolutely about her. He'd wanted it to be.
Her assessment of him… he'd lost the ability to cry years ago, but maybe that curse could be lifted someday, with her, because he felt that filling ache under his eyes—which did get brighter with it. And he accepted the invitation immediately: placing his hand gently onto hers. And not just palms: his fingers curled softly around and between her fingers.
He was grateful she said it. Even trusting her to take care of herself, make her own decisions, he needed to hear it. It wasn't just trusting that she could defend herself against him; he never ever wanted her to have to.
Being with. It felt like they'd crossed a boundary somewhere… and it made his heart thud and feel flooded and filled in a way that had never been allowed and maybe never existed before, and he was disbelievingly glad… it felt like they were talking about the same thing, after all. He wouldn't assume… but there was again what they'd felt in each other all along: understanding. Recognition.
His fingers tightened ever so slightly around hers.]
You don't owe it to me. I feel the same way. But if you want to tell, I want to hear, and I'm listening.
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Her assessment of him… he'd lost the ability to cry years ago, but maybe that curse could be lifted someday, with her, because he felt that filling ache under his eyes—which did get brighter with it. And he accepted the invitation immediately: placing his hand gently onto hers. And not just palms: his fingers curled softly around and between her fingers.
He was grateful she said it. Even trusting her to take care of herself, make her own decisions, he needed to hear it. It wasn't just trusting that she could defend herself against him; he never ever wanted her to have to.
Being with. It felt like they'd crossed a boundary somewhere… and it made his heart thud and feel flooded and filled in a way that had never been allowed and maybe never existed before, and he was disbelievingly glad… it felt like they were talking about the same thing, after all. He wouldn't assume… but there was again what they'd felt in each other all along: understanding. Recognition.
His fingers tightened ever so slightly around hers.]
You don't owe it to me. I feel the same way. But if you want to tell, I want to hear, and I'm listening.