[ He goes still when she touches him, like it scared him more than comforted him. He doesn't know what to do with the affection, not really. It's confusing him, as much as he did it before and mimes the sanity better, maybe, than Wade, but he knows, knows far too well that he's not.
It's not fair to her, and he knows that, he knows he should be the one that was formal with this, that let this go like it was nothing. As if it were all nothing. It struck too deep, at something. Perhaps that was the nature of man, so often not defined in the positive, but in the negative. Cannot know what we are, but so sure of what we must not be.
But he knows, he knows he would like a friend, he would like peace, he wants -- wants to be less alone inside his own head with only a dead woman's murmuring to give him comfort. He doesn't quite take her hand back, but his hand shifts and his fingers press light to the inside of her wrist, pressing on pulse point. Warn with callouses and rough with a life time spent fighting, and her hands are far too small and fragile compared to them. ]
It is not your fault. [ He carefully lifts a hand and in return for her strength there is concern returned, brushing the hair back carefully from her forehead. ] I am glad to be called your friend.
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It's not fair to her, and he knows that, he knows he should be the one that was formal with this, that let this go like it was nothing. As if it were all nothing. It struck too deep, at something. Perhaps that was the nature of man, so often not defined in the positive, but in the negative. Cannot know what we are, but so sure of what we must not be.
But he knows, he knows he would like a friend, he would like peace, he wants -- wants to be less alone inside his own head with only a dead woman's murmuring to give him comfort. He doesn't quite take her hand back, but his hand shifts and his fingers press light to the inside of her wrist, pressing on pulse point. Warn with callouses and rough with a life time spent fighting, and her hands are far too small and fragile compared to them. ]
It is not your fault. [ He carefully lifts a hand and in return for her strength there is concern returned, brushing the hair back carefully from her forehead. ] I am glad to be called your friend.