[She can never be entirely sure how he's going to react, but she had been almost certain that he wouldn't reject her, not once he'd already opened the door. Why else would he let her see him in this state if not to seek comfort? No, he would have pushed her away from the start.
The way he holds her, presses them cheek to cheek, breathes against her skin, all of it signals that he needed this, needed her to be here.
She'd needed him in her own way, too.
Her arms are around his neck, one palm laying across the back of his neck, her thumb running over the bottom line of his hair.]
I'm sorry.
[It's not an apology, but something else. It doesn't matter what happened, she wishes it hadn't. She wishes Wonderland hadn't done something else to him, to them. She'd fix it if she could.]
bleary eyed and beautiful but your blade is not dull;
The way he holds her, presses them cheek to cheek, breathes against her skin, all of it signals that he needed this, needed her to be here.
She'd needed him in her own way, too.
Her arms are around his neck, one palm laying across the back of his neck, her thumb running over the bottom line of his hair.]
I'm sorry.
[It's not an apology, but something else. It doesn't matter what happened, she wishes it hadn't. She wishes Wonderland hadn't done something else to him, to them. She'd fix it if she could.]