[And he feels like an asshole for doing this to her, ambushing her with this shit when she's just spent the past few hours emotionless, but he doesn't think he's ever been so scared of anything in his life.
He's silent for a moment, turning her words over in his head, then lifts a hand to cup her cheek and kisses her.
It's not good enough, no. It's not the answer he was looking for. But it's not really fair of him to judge her for not believing him when he doesn't believe that this isn't his fault.
When he pulls away, it seems the moment has passed, and he looks calmer.
All he really did was mentally tell himself to shut the fuck up, but hey — whatever works.]
I'm sorry, Steph. How're you feeling? I mean, I can guess, but — is there anything you need? Something I can do?
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He's silent for a moment, turning her words over in his head, then lifts a hand to cup her cheek and kisses her.
It's not good enough, no. It's not the answer he was looking for. But it's not really fair of him to judge her for not believing him when he doesn't believe that this isn't his fault.
When he pulls away, it seems the moment has passed, and he looks calmer.
All he really did was mentally tell himself to shut the fuck up, but hey — whatever works.]
I'm sorry, Steph. How're you feeling? I mean, I can guess, but — is there anything you need? Something I can do?