Honey wherever you go, I know
Her laugh does earn a raised 'brow, wondering faintly if what crossed her mind had been the same as in his, the what would he even do if he was there? The thing that wonders, as it has ever since that lightning nearly took him out, just what he can actually manage to protect. A bitter reminder of how far he still needs to work, and maybe going for a run in the morning isn't sounding so terrible right now.
She quiets though, and the thought drifts away with her explanations. Although he tosses her a meaningful look at I'll be fine, because has anyone who's ever actually fine said so? Fine is just a quicker way of saying I won't be fine, the same way literally can mean literally and figuratively. Fine also means don't fucking press though, so he doesn't. "Use our parchment when you're coming back," he murmurs. "I'll get a bubble bath hot for you and pull out one of those icy masks for your face so it's not cold cold." Tissues would be a given, and a blanket nest for after the shower, with tea and all the best snacks. "We can even lay on the sand, if that'll help." He can't quite keep from making a bit of a face at that idea.
She'll break, he knows. He can't keep that from happening, much as he wants to. All he can do is gather her up and promise that one day it'd be okay and things would hurt less. Maybe that's all love is—not the absence of hurt, but someone to hold you through it until it fades.
His hand shifts to grab her leg as it slides over him, tugging it up firmer into place, fingers splaying against her outer thigh. "Okay," he says with a small, almost laugh as he smiles back across at her. "Time but not space," he agrees, confirming that her Malibu dream house and Sugar Tide would be strictly for visiting. Maybe the empty house she'd offered him wouldn't feel quite as jarring as the one in King's End, not with the warmer coastline to greet him, all her remaining things filling up the spaces, and enough time with her that the echoing warmth and laughter of it would linger with him all the way to the empty bed.
"Although," he draws out carefully, fingers gripping a bit tighter against the curve of her leg. "I do plan on visiting Stormbreak often this season." He lets that sit for a moment. "Now is when they need the most help rebuilding, and I want to do that, with them. I planned on commuting back and forth as much as I can, but I'll still be gone for a bit." Perhaps the worst timing possible right now, but maybe it'd land cleaner, knowing the why, knowing he'd still be coming back, for her. "I'd ask you to come with, but I figured you can't commit to that." What with her having her own region to manage and all.
Then, a bigger, heavier sigh. He drags her a bit closer, needing to see her less than just feel her. "Yeah..." he says soft and laden with hurt he hasn't cracked open yet. "I need to talk to her and Koa. Neither's gonna be pretty." Maybe they'd both need to schedule facials after all the crying.
She quiets though, and the thought drifts away with her explanations. Although he tosses her a meaningful look at I'll be fine, because has anyone who's ever actually fine said so? Fine is just a quicker way of saying I won't be fine, the same way literally can mean literally and figuratively. Fine also means don't fucking press though, so he doesn't. "Use our parchment when you're coming back," he murmurs. "I'll get a bubble bath hot for you and pull out one of those icy masks for your face so it's not cold cold." Tissues would be a given, and a blanket nest for after the shower, with tea and all the best snacks. "We can even lay on the sand, if that'll help." He can't quite keep from making a bit of a face at that idea.
She'll break, he knows. He can't keep that from happening, much as he wants to. All he can do is gather her up and promise that one day it'd be okay and things would hurt less. Maybe that's all love is—not the absence of hurt, but someone to hold you through it until it fades.
His hand shifts to grab her leg as it slides over him, tugging it up firmer into place, fingers splaying against her outer thigh. "Okay," he says with a small, almost laugh as he smiles back across at her. "Time but not space," he agrees, confirming that her Malibu dream house and Sugar Tide would be strictly for visiting. Maybe the empty house she'd offered him wouldn't feel quite as jarring as the one in King's End, not with the warmer coastline to greet him, all her remaining things filling up the spaces, and enough time with her that the echoing warmth and laughter of it would linger with him all the way to the empty bed.
"Although," he draws out carefully, fingers gripping a bit tighter against the curve of her leg. "I do plan on visiting Stormbreak often this season." He lets that sit for a moment. "Now is when they need the most help rebuilding, and I want to do that, with them. I planned on commuting back and forth as much as I can, but I'll still be gone for a bit." Perhaps the worst timing possible right now, but maybe it'd land cleaner, knowing the why, knowing he'd still be coming back, for her. "I'd ask you to come with, but I figured you can't commit to that." What with her having her own region to manage and all.
Then, a bigger, heavier sigh. He drags her a bit closer, needing to see her less than just feel her. "Yeah..." he says soft and laden with hurt he hasn't cracked open yet. "I need to talk to her and Koa. Neither's gonna be pretty." Maybe they'd both need to schedule facials after all the crying.
Kaisel
I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
