He doesn't say anything immediately, and she thinks that might be enough. Whatever he makes of that, he doesn't seem to have any more questions. For a few semi-blissful seconds, the only tension in her is the knot of anxious panic from earlier.
Then he speaks again, bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She feels like her heart is breaking. Home. That what he thinks this is about. How many times has he promised that to her now? Knowing that he'd be going back to a half life. How did she ever think that was okay?
It takes all that she has not to let those tears reach her voice. "Thank you. Good night."
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Date: 2018-08-23 02:41 am (UTC)Then he speaks again, bringing fresh tears to her eyes. She feels like her heart is breaking. Home. That what he thinks this is about. How many times has he promised that to her now? Knowing that he'd be going back to a half life. How did she ever think that was okay?
It takes all that she has not to let those tears reach her voice. "Thank you. Good night."