[ at the tremors, belle stares down at the ground, then back at donny, jaw set and slightly wary. but tentatively, after a moment, she does indeed take his hand. she squeezes it, tighter than necessary, not out of fear or defiance or in an attempt to drag him away, but for simple human contact. she's there. she understands. it's eerily close to what she remembers, but this time, he has a way to get to the woman he loves.
no subject
and she's going to see that he does. ]
But you want to get her.
There's - there's a way in. There has to be.