Natasha was very glad for his honesty; it made her feel like they really were on the road to healing. Had he lied to her now... she wasn’t certain how she would have reacted, but that probably would have signaled the end of the massage.
Of course it still hurt to hear it. All those times he had ran, would they have been better had she been there? Maybe they should have taken this vacation earlier, or she shouldn’t have accepted so many missions without him, but maybe they were both running from something. Either way, there was no point dwelling on it now. It was in the past, and while she preferred to live in the present, for the first time in her life she really had to think about the future.
“I understand,” she said quietly, and she did. They all had their vices, their ways of dealing with the things that were difficult to accept or get through. Moving a little further to kneel at his side, she bent forward to place a soft kiss to his stomach before continuing her work. “For what it’s worth, between drinking, running, and this... I’m glad it was this.” Had he run off she would have worried about when he’d actually return, or if something would happen to him in his emotional state, and while he could be fun when he was drinking, not so much when he was doing so to drown his sorrows. She was pretty sure that would have only led to more tears for both of them. He was in a lot of pain now, but it was the less stressful of the options, and the one she could help him through as she was doing right now.
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Of course it still hurt to hear it. All those times he had ran, would they have been better had she been there? Maybe they should have taken this vacation earlier, or she shouldn’t have accepted so many missions without him, but maybe they were both running from something. Either way, there was no point dwelling on it now. It was in the past, and while she preferred to live in the present, for the first time in her life she really had to think about the future.
“I understand,” she said quietly, and she did. They all had their vices, their ways of dealing with the things that were difficult to accept or get through. Moving a little further to kneel at his side, she bent forward to place a soft kiss to his stomach before continuing her work. “For what it’s worth, between drinking, running, and this... I’m glad it was this.” Had he run off she would have worried about when he’d actually return, or if something would happen to him in his emotional state, and while he could be fun when he was drinking, not so much when he was doing so to drown his sorrows. She was pretty sure that would have only led to more tears for both of them. He was in a lot of pain now, but it was the less stressful of the options, and the one she could help him through as she was doing right now.