[she stiffens a bit, unused to having someone be this close...and being so vulnerable. being smaller helps for once; she needn't shrink to accommodate him, though she finds herself feeling strangely squirrely - as though lingering still too long was going to instigate a problem...that an equal amount of trouble would manifest counter to the comfort she gets.
her fingers curl into fists in her lap, clutching at some of her skirt.
let me be weak, she appealed, and yet already within her, she feels herself scrambling to build herself back up. not for her own sake, but his; anything to not have to hear him so wounded again. he may not blame her, but she can do that for him. easily.]
...You needn't explain it. Or excuse it. Take your time; I won't move. I don't want to.
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her fingers curl into fists in her lap, clutching at some of her skirt.
let me be weak, she appealed, and yet already within her, she feels herself scrambling to build herself back up. not for her own sake, but his; anything to not have to hear him so wounded again. he may not blame her, but she can do that for him. easily.]
...You needn't explain it. Or excuse it. Take your time; I won't move. I don't want to.