[Her finger shifts and her hand closes with his, fingers winding through his. She won't apologize because that would mean she won't do it again and they both know she will. The same way he will.
And he's still holding himself apart.]
I know. [A pause and she brushes her thumb over his hand. The pause goes longer and for that long pause she looks at his hand in hers, brows down over her eyes, that line between them that he knows better than she does herself. Finally, the soft tap of a finger again:]
it won't get easier.
[she exhales and looks up at him. After a moment, she asks:]
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And he's still holding himself apart.]
I know. [A pause and she brushes her thumb over his hand. The pause goes longer and for that long pause she looks at his hand in hers, brows down over her eyes, that line between them that he knows better than she does herself. Finally, the soft tap of a finger again:]
it won't get easier.
[she exhales and looks up at him. After a moment, she asks:]
You still want in?