[ It's good. It is so good to hear and he holds onto those words. He sighs, releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It's easily audible. Comfort? He easily feels it. Sure, who they had been at home may have shaped who they are now - but it by no means controlled how he had felt. She'd been thinking about him, he notes. And - god he holds onto that information, too.
She closed her eyes, but he keeps his locked on her, watching. He doesn't want to look away. He doesn't want to move, he doesn't want this to change or stop or anything. A shame it'd have to at some point, really. ]
A bit lucky.
[ His tone is light and easy. And, he is sure to correct her - ]
Bold that you think you're average, though.
[ His tone has no implication that it's simply flattery or a compliment. It's simply fact to him. That simple. That straightforward. She's just not, and maybe he's biased, but he's certain others who have taken time with her would agree. He wants to offer her the same piece of assurance. ]
I haven't, either.
[ It's the best way to go, he's learned. Especially with this. Especially with her. This is the way that he wants it. Now and here. There's an easiness, too, that settles in his bones. And he's sure he could weave together the moments that led to this. The thread - step by step. The slow changes showing up in every moment.
And while he's sure that a couple of months ago he wouldn't have been ready. He wouldn't have had conversations and time to understand everything. He needed to be able to piece it together. He needed to see that there was no point in trying to connect with who he once was. To only exist here and now.
He leans, he would go as far as he needed to, his forehead pressed against hers. The words that follow are there to break the moment up. ]
As much as I don't want to move. The food won't be as good if it gets too cool.
[ He's glad for her attention. He's glad for her hand in his. He's glad to take any bit of it that she'll give him. And he'll ask for it when he wants it from time to time. It is how he always has been, and how he'll continue to be. ]
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She closed her eyes, but he keeps his locked on her, watching. He doesn't want to look away. He doesn't want to move, he doesn't want this to change or stop or anything. A shame it'd have to at some point, really. ]
A bit lucky.
[ His tone is light and easy. And, he is sure to correct her - ]
Bold that you think you're average, though.
[ His tone has no implication that it's simply flattery or a compliment. It's simply fact to him. That simple. That straightforward. She's just not, and maybe he's biased, but he's certain others who have taken time with her would agree. He wants to offer her the same piece of assurance. ]
I haven't, either.
[ It's the best way to go, he's learned. Especially with this. Especially with her. This is the way that he wants it. Now and here. There's an easiness, too, that settles in his bones. And he's sure he could weave together the moments that led to this. The thread - step by step. The slow changes showing up in every moment.
And while he's sure that a couple of months ago he wouldn't have been ready. He wouldn't have had conversations and time to understand everything. He needed to be able to piece it together. He needed to see that there was no point in trying to connect with who he once was. To only exist here and now.
He leans, he would go as far as he needed to, his forehead pressed against hers. The words that follow are there to break the moment up. ]
As much as I don't want to move. The food won't be as good if it gets too cool.
[ He's glad for her attention. He's glad for her hand in his. He's glad to take any bit of it that she'll give him. And he'll ask for it when he wants it from time to time. It is how he always has been, and how he'll continue to be. ]