[ 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.
[ He smiles at her. Today's been... challenging. He knows the future will be even more challenging, when the things that have been given to him are taken away again. They always are. But for now, she's here, and so is he. And they'll be together for the forseeable future. The Porter likes them, after all. In a way, this helped more than anything else, listening to her talk about her past, slow and steady, having her trust him with that, learning about some of her past hurts as he cradles his own.
He always wants to know more about her. More about who she was, what she's been through. Maybe it's so that he knows what he has to be now. ]
I know, [ he says, voice low, fond. And he does. Even when he has his doubts about some of the strength of his feelings, just how swept up he finds himself, Ruka cares. She did even before they started dating. It's part of what drew him to her in the first place. The book she had given him, new years, calling him, watching others without them knowing just how much she was trying to help them, save them from themselves... ]
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Date: 2020-01-25 07:34 am (UTC)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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Date: 2020-02-03 02:49 am (UTC)He always wants to know more about her. More about who she was, what she's been through. Maybe it's so that he knows what he has to be now. ]
I know, [ he says, voice low, fond. And he does. Even when he has his doubts about some of the strength of his feelings, just how swept up he finds himself, Ruka cares. She did even before they started dating. It's part of what drew him to her in the first place. The book she had given him, new years, calling him, watching others without them knowing just how much she was trying to help them, save them from themselves... ]
...you've showed me.