[She takes his hand. He slows and looks back at her. Did she mean to? Is it habit or...?
Her eyes are just as blank as his own, but her brows are furrowed in the way that his are, small expressive bits of proof that they're here. They're still here. Her grip tightens. They're still here and every sign she gives breaks his heart all over again. So of course, she's not done breaking it.]
Yes... [He smiles and breathes a laugh and wants to cry.] Yes, I... said that I'd... keep you safe... that you were... safe with me...
[He hopes she's never done breaking it. He reaches out and pushes back a bit of her hair, for no reason other than the impulse to show affection.]
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Her eyes are just as blank as his own, but her brows are furrowed in the way that his are, small expressive bits of proof that they're here. They're still here. Her grip tightens. They're still here and every sign she gives breaks his heart all over again. So of course, she's not done breaking it.]
Yes... [He smiles and breathes a laugh and wants to cry.] Yes, I... said that I'd... keep you safe... that you were... safe with me...
[He hopes she's never done breaking it. He reaches out and pushes back a bit of her hair, for no reason other than the impulse to show affection.]