Honey wherever you go, I know
She doesn't rise to the bait the way he expects. She just accepts it, as if agreeing to it, as if yes that's precisely what she's asking of him. He balks a bit at it, trying to fumble for the imaginary key as she takes his hand and it away. Fuck the joke though and all the pretend to maintain it, he's not just gonna let that settle. "Hey, I'm not really going to stop," he says with a strain of disbelief. He grips the curve of her thigh tight, putting meaning into it. "I can try to be more aware of it, but Ro, you're gonna get compliments. You deserve them." Not even because of some fantasy she thinks he conjured for her as reason to provide them, but because everyone should have those warm moments of admiration and praise, and her especially because he does adore her.
He hovers on that edge of waiting, breath practically held in ready to hear her understanding before finally relaxing back into the tug of the bed and the sheet of her. He'd find no rest if she fully believed he'd never say nice things to her again, and it's another reminder that he doesn't know just how deep these cracks in her confidence have run. She's so good at shielding them so often, and he's been tricked along with everyone else by the display of wholeness.
Idly he runs his hand up and down her leg, thoughts loosening against the comfort of her touch. It's true, they don't need to build an encyclopedia today, but a fresh worry sets into him. Softly he clears his throat, the next words not entirely easy to say, even among everything that's already been said. "Is there anything that...he did. That I should do? That you liked?" His thumb ghosts over one of her bruises.
He hovers on that edge of waiting, breath practically held in ready to hear her understanding before finally relaxing back into the tug of the bed and the sheet of her. He'd find no rest if she fully believed he'd never say nice things to her again, and it's another reminder that he doesn't know just how deep these cracks in her confidence have run. She's so good at shielding them so often, and he's been tricked along with everyone else by the display of wholeness.
Idly he runs his hand up and down her leg, thoughts loosening against the comfort of her touch. It's true, they don't need to build an encyclopedia today, but a fresh worry sets into him. Softly he clears his throat, the next words not entirely easy to say, even among everything that's already been said. "Is there anything that...he did. That I should do? That you liked?" His thumb ghosts over one of her bruises.
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
