HARPER
When she moves it startles him, grip tightening for a moment before realizing she's coming in for an embrace. Relieved that it's nothing more dire he wraps his arms around her in return, squeezing firmly without chaining her close. Physicality is Harper's first language after all. She is welcome to ask for as much comfort in his arms as he can offer. "I can't say I can live in the clinic forever," he says lightly, trying to lift the mood just a tiny bit without offending her. "But I won't leave. Even if we lived in two different lands I would still be here." Friendship isn't just a thing of convenience. It can be just as challenging to maintain as any romantic relationship. The key is dedication and communication, and Harper has plenty of both.
Her emotions rage forth like waves against a seawall, demanding judgement and cruelty for actions he has never held against her in the first place. "I can't hold that against you. I already forgave you, though there was nothing to forgive." Harper isn't going to lie to her, to proclaim that he will hold her in contempt for her mistake like an axe hanging above her neck. Even if she doesn't desire to hear it, forgiveness is all she'll find from him. "You aren't there anymore. You aren't at that altar, you aren't married to him, you're here. And you can make new choices this time." He runs a hand gently over her hair, a soothing motion to try and slow the falling of her tears. Offering her a life preserver to pull herself upon, if only she will grab it so he can pull her to shore.
Her emotions rage forth like waves against a seawall, demanding judgement and cruelty for actions he has never held against her in the first place. "I can't hold that against you. I already forgave you, though there was nothing to forgive." Harper isn't going to lie to her, to proclaim that he will hold her in contempt for her mistake like an axe hanging above her neck. Even if she doesn't desire to hear it, forgiveness is all she'll find from him. "You aren't there anymore. You aren't at that altar, you aren't married to him, you're here. And you can make new choices this time." He runs a hand gently over her hair, a soothing motion to try and slow the falling of her tears. Offering her a life preserver to pull herself upon, if only she will grab it so he can pull her to shore.
lord don't let me break this, let me hold you lightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
give me arms to pray with instead of ones that hold too tightly
