but when she gives it to him, something in his chest untangles a little and he can breathe. What she tells him though...
suddenly so much makes sense. And it makes his cheat ache.
He shifts, just the slightest bit but the arm behind her and the hand on her arm are the openings now for an embrace. It's one he doesn't initiate, because its her choice and sometimes people want to stand on their own feet but - he's there. If she wants him. Nothing but acceptance and a place to not have to face things alone for a little while. His face dips, just a little, so that there's no breaking that eye contact and his own eyes are understanding. Because he's been there too. Not over thunder and lightning but he's found himself frozen in the face of something that snaps his fears out of the depths of him and throws them in front of his eyes before.
He doesn't prod for more. But he leaves it open, just like his arms, if she wants to give it. Needs to bleed some of it off.]
I don't know if it ever gets easier. But... being brave is feeling the fear and going on. Its being scared in the dark and hanging on until the next day when you go out and do it again because someone has to. But sometimes... you have to fall apart a little in the dark. It's the only way to stay whole. Isn't it?
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but when she gives it to him, something in his chest untangles a little and he can breathe. What she tells him though...
suddenly so much makes sense. And it makes his cheat ache.
He shifts, just the slightest bit but the arm behind her and the hand on her arm are the openings now for an embrace. It's one he doesn't initiate, because its her choice and sometimes people want to stand on their own feet but - he's there. If she wants him. Nothing but acceptance and a place to not have to face things alone for a little while. His face dips, just a little, so that there's no breaking that eye contact and his own eyes are understanding. Because he's been there too. Not over thunder and lightning but he's found himself frozen in the face of something that snaps his fears out of the depths of him and throws them in front of his eyes before.
He doesn't prod for more. But he leaves it open, just like his arms, if she wants to give it. Needs to bleed some of it off.]
I don't know if it ever gets easier. But... being brave is feeling the fear and going on. Its being scared in the dark and hanging on until the next day when you go out and do it again because someone has to. But sometimes... you have to fall apart a little in the dark. It's the only way to stay whole. Isn't it?