Although he still wouldn’t look at her she thought she could feel him growing calmer under her touch, so she kept up the soothing motions, willing to give him all the time he needed to deal with everything she had just made him face.
Eventually he spoke, his voice still raw but stronger than before, and when he finally lifted his head to look at her she felt her heart ache for him. He was completely vulnerable, completely honest and open and the pain in his eyes was hard to stomach, but she offered a weak smile back, her hand moving down to brush his cheek.
“Isn’t that one of the advantages of this whole ‘relationship’ thing? Never having to go through anything alone?” she said. “I don’t want you to be strong for me. I just want you.”
She could forgive what he had said because she knew the darkness the words had come from; she hadn’t exactly been the most pleasant person to be around when he had first brought her in, but he had never given up on her and he had helped her every step of the way. He had believed in her, and that had meant more to her than anything else. “I believe in you, Clint. And I believe in us.”
She wanted to kiss him, but until she brushed her teeth she had to settle for pressing her forehead to his and stroking his cheek.
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Date: 2014-03-28 10:04 pm (UTC)From:Eventually he spoke, his voice still raw but stronger than before, and when he finally lifted his head to look at her she felt her heart ache for him. He was completely vulnerable, completely honest and open and the pain in his eyes was hard to stomach, but she offered a weak smile back, her hand moving down to brush his cheek.
“Isn’t that one of the advantages of this whole ‘relationship’ thing? Never having to go through anything alone?” she said. “I don’t want you to be strong for me. I just want you.”
She could forgive what he had said because she knew the darkness the words had come from; she hadn’t exactly been the most pleasant person to be around when he had first brought her in, but he had never given up on her and he had helped her every step of the way. He had believed in her, and that had meant more to her than anything else. “I believe in you, Clint. And I believe in us.”
She wanted to kiss him, but until she brushed her teeth she had to settle for pressing her forehead to his and stroking his cheek.