He could hear her moving around outside and was relieved when she seemed to try to eat something at least, but it wasn't until he heard her go outside that he finally moved. Hiding in here was even more fucking pathetic than being close to her and not knowing what to say. Shallow comfort was better than nothing, and right now she could use every comfort he could give her.
About that other thing, the battle he was having with himself... He could deal with that when all this was over. Or just lock it away like everything else in his life. Probably one more nightmare didn't really make a difference. Natasha had it much worse than him in that department too.
She was still looking lost standing on the balcony, but he could feel his own throat loosening up just a little bit. Maybe he couldn't be so depressed that the breeze of the ocean didn't at least lift a little weight off his shoulders. They were in a good place, together. They would get through this, somehow, they had to. They had gotten through everything together so far, right?
He was very careful when he wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to disturb her when her stomach had just stopped giving her a hard time. His lips on her shoulder were just as tender, only a shadow of a touch. At least he didn't feel like freezing inside out anymore under the bright sun. Maybe he could try and put himself together again and actually succeed this time.
"Tell me what you need, Nat. What you need me to do."
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Date: 2014-06-10 10:35 pm (UTC)From:About that other thing, the battle he was having with himself... He could deal with that when all this was over. Or just lock it away like everything else in his life. Probably one more nightmare didn't really make a difference. Natasha had it much worse than him in that department too.
She was still looking lost standing on the balcony, but he could feel his own throat loosening up just a little bit. Maybe he couldn't be so depressed that the breeze of the ocean didn't at least lift a little weight off his shoulders. They were in a good place, together. They would get through this, somehow, they had to. They had gotten through everything together so far, right?
He was very careful when he wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to disturb her when her stomach had just stopped giving her a hard time. His lips on her shoulder were just as tender, only a shadow of a touch. At least he didn't feel like freezing inside out anymore under the bright sun. Maybe he could try and put himself together again and actually succeed this time.
"Tell me what you need, Nat. What you need me to do."