[ She doesn't know how she feels about him feeling he has no other choice, but at the same time the thought that someone will always come for her is comforting. She could hold back an ocean with that knowledge, she thinks. Or metaphorically, anyways.
There's a soft noise of surprise at his move, but she relaxes a moment later, turns into him as he lies next to her and presses up against him as much as she can, one hand fisting into his shirt a little. There's a long moment before she says anything again, and when she does it's quiet but rough. ] I'm sorry.
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There's a soft noise of surprise at his move, but she relaxes a moment later, turns into him as he lies next to her and presses up against him as much as she can, one hand fisting into his shirt a little. There's a long moment before she says anything again, and when she does it's quiet but rough. ] I'm sorry.