CHULANE
He is so glad to have her near, to have broken down the walls of attraction, of desire, to be able to call themselves partners, aiming to live this life they shared together. He didn't deign to think where he'd be without her, how lost and broken and hopelessly alone he'd be. But he wasn't alone, neither of them were, and he gave a squeeze with the hand that was still wrapped around her, the arm hooked around her hip, his hand somewhere across her back, a way for him to send silent pulses of gratitude, in absence of his ability to wield the bond without his shift.
A small bubble of simple gladness rises in him as he watches her drink, happy to know that she wouldn't pass out from dehydration, at least. At her words he nodded again, knowing where she spoke from - grief manifested in bizarre ways across the body, none of them usually helpful. "I feel like we could sit like this for an eternity," he said wistfully, a shadow of a smile softening his lips, as a yearning to lean in and kiss her wholly on the mouth, to taste the drink she swallowed for himself, rose within him - he ignored it, knowing the moment inappropriate, the emotional and physical fatigue plaguing them both preventing proper enjoyment out of the act.
"We can cook later - together," he reassured her with a low hum, his body not hungry so much as knowing he should eat something at some stage - and she should too. Moving the hand that was cupping her cheek down to rest upon her hip instead, he leaned forward into her space once more. "Talk to me," he murmured, he asked of her, if only so that both of them might get through this first excruciating night. "Tell me about your home?" He suggested, hoping to hear her voice, to learn more again about her, to know her even better than he currently did.
A small bubble of simple gladness rises in him as he watches her drink, happy to know that she wouldn't pass out from dehydration, at least. At her words he nodded again, knowing where she spoke from - grief manifested in bizarre ways across the body, none of them usually helpful. "I feel like we could sit like this for an eternity," he said wistfully, a shadow of a smile softening his lips, as a yearning to lean in and kiss her wholly on the mouth, to taste the drink she swallowed for himself, rose within him - he ignored it, knowing the moment inappropriate, the emotional and physical fatigue plaguing them both preventing proper enjoyment out of the act.
"We can cook later - together," he reassured her with a low hum, his body not hungry so much as knowing he should eat something at some stage - and she should too. Moving the hand that was cupping her cheek down to rest upon her hip instead, he leaned forward into her space once more. "Talk to me," he murmured, he asked of her, if only so that both of them might get through this first excruciating night. "Tell me about your home?" He suggested, hoping to hear her voice, to learn more again about her, to know her even better than he currently did.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
