[ There's comfort and warmth in that gentle little touch, his hand at her wrist; he'll feel the little jump when her heart skips a beat, as ever too sensitive even to these little points of intimacy. It's distracting, and sweet, and as always makes it a little bit harder for her thoughts to focus on running counter to what he's saying. Someone else with that much power over her heart would be dangerous, and in a way he still is, but it's always these soft affirmations that he tries the hardest to make take root.
He's here now. She matters to him now. That's what's important, isn't it? They can't change how things went, and there's nothing from back then that she would want to give up. Not even the ones that hurt still. ]
Your feelings matter to me, too. And... not because I can feel them. You know that, right? The things that happen to you, that are important to you... they matter to me. I...
[ ... She shouldn't. Not yet. There's... still too many ways he could doubt, and she's not ready to face them. She doesn't have enough strength to lay them all to rest.
She lets her hand twist, her fingers wrapping around his wrist like a bracelet cuff. Her exhale is slow; she didn't realize she was holding it. ] ... ... I'm here, too.
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He's here now. She matters to him now. That's what's important, isn't it? They can't change how things went, and there's nothing from back then that she would want to give up. Not even the ones that hurt still. ]
Your feelings matter to me, too. And... not because I can feel them. You know that, right? The things that happen to you, that are important to you... they matter to me. I...
[ ... She shouldn't. Not yet. There's... still too many ways he could doubt, and she's not ready to face them. She doesn't have enough strength to lay them all to rest.
She lets her hand twist, her fingers wrapping around his wrist like a bracelet cuff. Her exhale is slow; she didn't realize she was holding it. ] ... ... I'm here, too.