[She feels a surge of relief, of happiness, when he takes her hand, and her own fingers curl along his jaw, her thumb stroking the gentlest, most comforting lines over his cheek as he presses into it. Her smile is small and crooked, but it fades just as quickly as it had appeared when he answers.
Even starting from the beginning, it's difficult still to find which way to go from here. There's too much to unpack, and there's too much that hurts them both that she's afraid to open it all up and find out...
Her brow furrows with worry as her gaze roams over his expression.]
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Even starting from the beginning, it's difficult still to find which way to go from here. There's too much to unpack, and there's too much that hurts them both that she's afraid to open it all up and find out...
Her brow furrows with worry as her gaze roams over his expression.]
I don't think I know all of them...