She missed the biggest point of all, one he'd been trying to stress for a very long time. He was never truely miserable, on the surface maybe but happiness always won out in the end. "Natasha, you've always had that. You've made me happy for years."
It was the truth. For all the little arguments, for everything he wished he could say but kept under lock and key, for all the times he'd sat and wondered what the point was or where they were going he had still be happy. Happy because she'd reformed him just like he had her, happy because she'd become his closest friend and he hadn't ever truely had many of those in his life, happy because she trusted him, because she wanted his company. Happy because she was his home, and for a man who never had a stable upbringing there was nothing finer than that.
He didn't want her to give up everything, that would change her, he didn't want her to change, not for him nor for anybody else. He dropped hands to her waist, careless of the pizza now considering it was no longer a high priority, but far more concerned with how close he could pull her into his body.
"Thank you," The words were mumbled into her hair as he held her close and let her take what she needed. He had to thank her, for everything she'd done, for never giving up on him, for wanting to be with him and for trying, all for him.
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Date: 2013-02-12 11:13 pm (UTC)From:It was the truth. For all the little arguments, for everything he wished he could say but kept under lock and key, for all the times he'd sat and wondered what the point was or where they were going he had still be happy. Happy because she'd reformed him just like he had her, happy because she'd become his closest friend and he hadn't ever truely had many of those in his life, happy because she trusted him, because she wanted his company. Happy because she was his home, and for a man who never had a stable upbringing there was nothing finer than that.
He didn't want her to give up everything, that would change her, he didn't want her to change, not for him nor for anybody else. He dropped hands to her waist, careless of the pizza now considering it was no longer a high priority, but far more concerned with how close he could pull her into his body.
"Thank you," The words were mumbled into her hair as he held her close and let her take what she needed. He had to thank her, for everything she'd done, for never giving up on him, for wanting to be with him and for trying, all for him.