fire and gold

Jude

Do you love me like that?
If I keep on driving

If she believes him to have quiet strength she is the first in his opinion. But she has always seen the best in him. He links his fingers at the small of her back, holding her close and tilting his chin to look back at her as she watches him from his chest. Halo sounds appropriately boring when she's the one who paints it, but anything but this couch sounds terrible to him right now. Especially when those distant lands steal her away for far too long.

He intends to ask her more about Halo when she hesitates and nervously speaks once more. Immediately sensing the seriousness, Jude's playful, attentive expression melts into something more concerned. She bulldozes through it before he has a chance to reassure her, and there's certainly a lot to think about. He hadn't told his mother yet for a wide variety of reasons, but it's not like he was going to hide it from her, so he doesn't know what the problem is.

"I guess I didn't think to tell you her name, so it was my mistake first." Releasing one hand to gently caress her hair, he frowns slightly at her as he tries to figure out what about it is making her so nervous. "Did it not go well? I don't mind that you told her, I was going to the next time I was in the Greatwood." It seemed like news better shared in person than in a letter, and then his time had been stolen away by finding Maeve and the chaos of bringing her home. He can't imagine his mother ever being mean to anyone, much less his girlfriend, but he has to ask anyway. "She wasn't mean to you right?"

Would you hold me when we crash?
Or would you let me go?