{her arms wind tighter, fingers spreading to catch at more of him and she presses down into his back as if afraid someone ~ something ~ will try to pull her away. Her hair falls around him as well, a second covering, a blanket that drapes and fits better than his ill worn gear, over bare arms in shadow strands that seem like just another manifestation of the sallow light through the dirty windows except for its texture.
She's already forgiven him. Had before the truth had even come out completely. Doesn't even see the reason to say the words because it would imply anything was being held in the first place. Her faith in their friends is stronger, or perhaps simply clearer sighted, than his as well. The train sways ever onward, downward. Homeward. Her cheek nestles at the base of his neck, content between the hollow of his shoulder blades.}
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She's already forgiven him. Had before the truth had even come out completely. Doesn't even see the reason to say the words because it would imply anything was being held in the first place. Her faith in their friends is stronger, or perhaps simply clearer sighted, than his as well. The train sways ever onward, downward. Homeward. Her cheek nestles at the base of his neck, content between the hollow of his shoulder blades.}
And now we go on. Together.