[ He finds her in the kitchen, which is a little unusual for her for daylight hours — but she accepts the weight at her back and the warmth at her cheek with a little hum of acknowledgement. Her faces presses back a little against his; her hands slip to take his, bending his arms to wrap them against her ribs.
His heart beat is like the throbbing of an old bruise, freshly struck; it doesn't feel all bad, but it doesn't feel all good, either. It's a shade of familiar, but Jaime doesn't feel his hurts the way Ruka experiences hers; the fact that there's any spot of brightness is more than she can usually say for herself, when this happens. ]
Did you eat yet? [ She doubts it. He usually cooks, and he usually doesn't when he's upset. ] I was thinking we could do something simple tonight, if you haven't.
[ With a day like this, and the fact he's been crying already — even if he thinks he's ready to talk, she's pretty sure he'll need a little softer lead than all that. To feel a little more grounded. ]
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[ He finds her in the kitchen, which is a little unusual for her for daylight hours — but she accepts the weight at her back and the warmth at her cheek with a little hum of acknowledgement. Her faces presses back a little against his; her hands slip to take his, bending his arms to wrap them against her ribs.
His heart beat is like the throbbing of an old bruise, freshly struck; it doesn't feel all bad, but it doesn't feel all good, either. It's a shade of familiar, but Jaime doesn't feel his hurts the way Ruka experiences hers; the fact that there's any spot of brightness is more than she can usually say for herself, when this happens. ]
Did you eat yet? [ She doubts it. He usually cooks, and he usually doesn't when he's upset. ] I was thinking we could do something simple tonight, if you haven't.
[ With a day like this, and the fact he's been crying already — even if he thinks he's ready to talk, she's pretty sure he'll need a little softer lead than all that. To feel a little more grounded. ]