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ways to show affection

When it comes to the way affection is shown, everyone has a different way they go about it. That means that there's a pretty good chance, with regards to couples, you could end up with two people who have two varying approaches towards how they prove they care...sometimes radically varying, which can lead to more than a little confusion or hurt feelings if there's not proper communication. But when both people are on the same page, they can tell each other how they feel with few words.

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☆ WORDS: Sweet affirmations, pet names, even
☆ CUDDLES: Hugs, nuzzles, the works.
☆ KISSING: On the check or on the lips.
☆ KINDNESS: Always there for them.
☆ PROVIDING: Providing care, providing protection, providing financially.
☆ GENTLE...ER: Your only weak spot.
☆ MEANNESS: Straight up tsundere.
☆ GIFTS: All the pretty things.
☆ ACTIONS: Visits, taking care of their problems, taking them out, and more.
☆ SUBTLE: A distant sort of affection, but they know.
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[She gave him a considering look, brows furrowing.]

Is that what you want to do? I thought you hated it. Voices in your head that aren't yours...

I don't...augh. [He sits up, rubbing his hands to his temples for a moment.] Of course. If it were up to me, I'd rather be normal. I'd rather not hear anything at all. But if I'm going to have this, then I want to know what my limits are. Because if I don't, then it might be dangerous. I'll never understand it if I don't have all the information.

Okay. Okay, calm down. I'm just trying to figure out where you want to go with this. You've been trying to ignore it since you got it, other than working with Hetta to get it under control, I'm just... a little surprised at the one-eighty.

Ignoring it's not working. It isn't going away.

[He shrugs, feeling at a momentary loss for words with her.]

I can repress it as much as I like but that doesn't change anything. What's worse is I'm getting used to having conversations with people inside of my head. I need to start moving about more, testing my limits. And that means being prepared for what might happen.

No, Owen, it's not going away.

[She reached up, grabbing his shoulder to try to tug him back down to the bed.]

This is your life now. And yeah, you're right, you probably do need to get out more. But baby steps. I don't want you like you were that first night. Unable to go near public places. Or after it... changed that first time.

What, you think if I push too hard I'm going to break me?

Yeah, I do.

[Hey, at least she was honest.]

[He takes a pause, and presses the back of his hand to her cheek.]

Hey. It's not going to happen. I wouldn't do that to you.

What, get all broken and vegetative on me? Gee, thanks. I'd make a shitty nurse anyway.

[That didn't stop her from leaning into the touch, sighing as she looked up at him.]

You're a pain in my ass.

[Said with no small amount of fondness.]

[Her word choice there gives him pause, though he kisses her anyway after a second. He thinks about reminding her of what he asked of her once - what he'd rather see done if he wound up in a coma again.

But he really doesn't want to ruin the mood.

Pulling her closer to him he wraps his arms around her again, as he leans further downward into the bed.]

[If he asked her to do that now, if he reminded her of what he wanted, she wasn't sure she could go through with it. So maybe it was better if he didn't bring it up, because she didn't want to have to tell him no.

Instead, it was easier to just melt in against him, looking at him like he was the only thing in the world worth anything to her.]

[He keeps kissing her for a minute or two, eyes falling closed. But he realizes he has to ask at least one question, before he forgets again.]

You really aren't angry though? About me accidentally projecting something onto you? If...that is what happened. And it wasn't a coincidence.

[He'd try it again but he's sort of afraid to now.]

[She let out a sigh when he stopped kissing her, but he seemed to need the answer to it, so she looked up at him and opened herself that little bit, her mind pressing her thoughts to his.

You're seriously asking me if I'm mad that you stopped me from having more gross nightmares about something I never want to think about again? No, Owen. I'm not mad. If it was unexpected, it wasn't like you made me feel something or made me do something. You just... made me safe. I'm okay with that.]

[It might not just be things like that though.

Maybe he wouldn't press so hard. Except that he knows that control is such a touchy subject with her. He wouldn't want to make her do something for him, anyway. But more than that he's worried about crossing a line with her, leaving her hurt or angry, even afraid of him.]

Then we'll deal with that when it comes to it. Stop looking for things to be freaked out about.

[He shuts his eyes and sighs, because -- she's right. He does keep looking for problems with this. Why is that?]

I don't know why I can't stop worrying. But even now, somehow, this is all so hard to accept.

I get it. I'm not used to... happy either. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. But can we at least wait for something bad to happen before we get worried?

You're used to the unexpected in "powers" realm. I'm not. I wasn't even ready for what possibilities I woke up to after the coma. This is a whole new world for me. The bad that might happen could be something incredibly bad. Unpredictable. It's like trying to ignore an elephant; it's hard not to think about it.

That's because you're a worst case scenario type of guy. You're always looking for and expecting it before it happens. I just know it's going to and try to ignore it until it does.