[the anchor of her fingers threading with his both calms him and makes it worse. she's not calling him out, not picking apart every hole and crack in his defense the way she does with the gamblers who sit at her table, or the other fools she doesn't suffer.
no - she's not only respecting him, she's ... trying to comfort him, even now, in her own way, in whatever way two people who don't know how Real People work do.]
No - no, I'm -
[he turns a little on the couch, angling himself towards her, turning his heart toward her. somehow, he trusts she won't rip it out of his chest and eat it whole. he reaches for her other hand and takes that, too, squeezes them both. it seems they both need to be reassured]
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no - she's not only respecting him, she's ... trying to comfort him, even now, in her own way, in whatever way two people who don't know how Real People work do.]
No - no, I'm -
[he turns a little on the couch, angling himself towards her, turning his heart toward her. somehow, he trusts she won't rip it out of his chest and eat it whole. he reaches for her other hand and takes that, too, squeezes them both. it seems they both need to be reassured]
I'm right here. With you.