PHOEBE
He said she wouldn't like it, and in response she reached up to stroke his jaw with her thumb, anticipating him clenching it. "It isn't about me liking or not liking it. It's about me knowing you better...being closer to you." she said softly. That was a big part of it, feeling she was close to him in more than just the physical. In some ways he still kept her at arms length, and she wanted to be brought in. How else could she help him or foster what they had to grow if he kept her at a distance?"You just agreed to put effort into helping and staying with a dying girl." she said gently. "If...you let me in, maybe I can help you too." she said with a small smile, nodding when he asked if she would like to know more.
I can hold the weight of worlds
if that's what you need
be your everything
