PHOEBE
She recognizes this isn't just about her, that he has himself to consider as well. But this notion that it is sudden, or unexpected, spur of the moment brought on by her own unhappiness - that she needs to correct. "I've had time to think about you since then, too." she said softly, head tilting slightly. His words and face had been clear in her mind every day since then. No matter how dark her thoughts had grown, he had always been the light to bring her back. Literally and figuratively.
Her own fingers tighten around his, grounding and supporting as he struggled with his words. It was a small thing, but it was something - someone - to cling to. Perhaps just a little bit of light to see him through. And on instinct, her other hand reached out to hold his other one, holding him steady. "Well...I don't think you're anything other than you, and that's Harper. And whatever you're so worried about in your past...I can't and wouldn't hold that against you." she said quietly, a small smile curving her lips. An assurance, just a little one. The same, unconditional term he had extended her.
Soft brown eyes watched as he lifted her hand to his lips, and she shook her head, still amused in an odd way. "Why do we have to think of all the ways it could go wrong, instead of all the ways it could go right?" she asked, curious rather than pressing or coaxing. "And...what if I don't want promises? Just you, as you are, trying for a brighter day, every day, alongside me?" she said.
Her own fingers tighten around his, grounding and supporting as he struggled with his words. It was a small thing, but it was something - someone - to cling to. Perhaps just a little bit of light to see him through. And on instinct, her other hand reached out to hold his other one, holding him steady. "Well...I don't think you're anything other than you, and that's Harper. And whatever you're so worried about in your past...I can't and wouldn't hold that against you." she said quietly, a small smile curving her lips. An assurance, just a little one. The same, unconditional term he had extended her.
Soft brown eyes watched as he lifted her hand to his lips, and she shook her head, still amused in an odd way. "Why do we have to think of all the ways it could go wrong, instead of all the ways it could go right?" she asked, curious rather than pressing or coaxing. "And...what if I don't want promises? Just you, as you are, trying for a brighter day, every day, alongside me?" she said.
Honeybee, your soul is golden
