[her heart jumps, feeling the vindication of her dread. a lot can be so many things, and so few of them good from the how Darin's voice seems to tighten in efforts to avoid faltering.
she watches with unblinking, concerned eyes, sketching his expression to memory. she hopes she never has to see it so often, if ever again.]
Whatever comes naturally, I suppose. [she can't rightly just pull things out of him, can she? no more than he ever could her. the arm not draped over his shoulder lifts so she can cup his cheek in a hand, stroking at it with her thumb.]
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she watches with unblinking, concerned eyes, sketching his expression to memory. she hopes she never has to see it so often, if ever again.]
Whatever comes naturally, I suppose. [she can't rightly just pull things out of him, can she? no more than he ever could her. the arm not draped over his shoulder lifts so she can cup his cheek in a hand, stroking at it with her thumb.]