Oh- I'm not saying it's bad. Just different. And… you're still you, after all.
[Would he have grown into this- or something like it given that circumstances were the way they were- if he hadn't shut himself away in the Tower? There's no way to know, now, and she focuses on now, on G'raha. She gives a pleased smile when he relaxes- fingers massaging a little more, before she starts stroking down the rest of his hair, combing a little.
It's… more than she asked, really, but- she doesn't want to stop. Not when it seems like this- like it's been far longer than it should since he's last been touched, particularly like this. She knows what responsibilities are- what it means, to need to put on a bold face, to reassure everyone else that all will be well. And- there's a desire that's grown in her, quiet but there since she saw his face again- a wish that he could let himself be vulnerable in front of her. Even if… even if it can't last forever.
…perhaps it's foolish. But- she'd sooner have this than not. She slows a little, looking him over- committing all she can to memory.]
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[Would he have grown into this- or something like it given that circumstances were the way they were- if he hadn't shut himself away in the Tower? There's no way to know, now, and she focuses on now, on G'raha. She gives a pleased smile when he relaxes- fingers massaging a little more, before she starts stroking down the rest of his hair, combing a little.
It's… more than she asked, really, but- she doesn't want to stop. Not when it seems like this- like it's been far longer than it should since he's last been touched, particularly like this. She knows what responsibilities are- what it means, to need to put on a bold face, to reassure everyone else that all will be well. And- there's a desire that's grown in her, quiet but there since she saw his face again- a wish that he could let himself be vulnerable in front of her. Even if… even if it can't last forever.
…perhaps it's foolish. But- she'd sooner have this than not. She slows a little, looking him over- committing all she can to memory.]
…how do you feel?