( why hadn't she. why hadn't he asked? but it wasn't about faults, their time apart, but through him she's begun to recognize her habit of deflecting, in small moments when he lets her in. when he tells her he misses her. when he tells her he wants to feel here, for her to be thereβbut it's not that she's questioning how he feels for her, if it'll hold, or if he means what he says. it's trying to digest having someone so close it has the privilege of feeling too close. the knowing that he was no longer something she could lose and pick herself up from.
she can see the hurt that settles in his gaze, however softly he grants it to her, the misunderstanding that lingers there she aches to resolve. for him to know her fear wasn't doubt. that she trusted him, that she loved him too much, now, to consider the alternative.
he takes the floor before she has a chance, eyes flitting between his own, and she nods. ) Okay. ( a murmur, lifting up to administer one more kiss while her palm drops to find his own, interlocking their fingers together for him to lead the way. )
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she can see the hurt that settles in his gaze, however softly he grants it to her, the misunderstanding that lingers there she aches to resolve. for him to know her fear wasn't doubt. that she trusted him, that she loved him too much, now, to consider the alternative.
he takes the floor before she has a chance, eyes flitting between his own, and she nods. ) Okay. ( a murmur, lifting up to administer one more kiss while her palm drops to find his own, interlocking their fingers together for him to lead the way. )