[ It's like everything else melts away for a moment when she grabs his hand like that. For how strong Bigby is - because even without being a Fable here, without really being a wolf, let alone the Big Bad Wolf, he's still pretty strong even by mundy terms - there's absolutely no resistance to it at all. He lets his hand be taken right into hers like there's no strength into it, like a tame sheep.
Because.. he wants it. There really is something so comforting in even this simple gesture of her holding his hand, in the lingering phantom feeling of the way she was leaning against him earlier. Even back home, for all the chaos that had been going on, it had all felt easier whenever she was near him.
It makes things feel simple. It makes it feel like he can just focus on her for a moment, and not think about the bigger awful situation they have gotten themselves stuck in. ]
Yeah. You're strong. [ His voice is dipping into something softer. A part of him wants to just.. say it. To let her know that he can be strong exactly because she's here with him, because she inspires him.
But it's entirely too much. He hasn't been able to say those words for centuries, why would he suddenly be able to start now? So.. ] .. and you know I'm strong too. We'll be fine.
[ He inhales. Then - slowly - exhales.
Bigby still doesn't make any move to pull his hand out of her grasp. ]
I-- You can see now why I wish you weren't here. [ There's nothing harsh about his words. He sounds worried, but not in his usual gruff way, where it's covered up with a layer of anger. Instead it just sounds plain worried. Back home things were dangerous enough, but this place? It's like dealing with the Adversary all over again, except they're even less equipped to do anything. ] .. but..
[ ...
This gets really close to what he wanted to say. It's not close enough that he can't say it at all, but it is close enough that it still makes him a little nervous to voice it when it comes to her. ]
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[ It's like everything else melts away for a moment when she grabs his hand like that. For how strong Bigby is - because even without being a Fable here, without really being a wolf, let alone the Big Bad Wolf, he's still pretty strong even by mundy terms - there's absolutely no resistance to it at all. He lets his hand be taken right into hers like there's no strength into it, like a tame sheep.
Because.. he wants it. There really is something so comforting in even this simple gesture of her holding his hand, in the lingering phantom feeling of the way she was leaning against him earlier. Even back home, for all the chaos that had been going on, it had all felt easier whenever she was near him.
It makes things feel simple. It makes it feel like he can just focus on her for a moment, and not think about the bigger awful situation they have gotten themselves stuck in. ]
Yeah. You're strong. [ His voice is dipping into something softer. A part of him wants to just.. say it. To let her know that he can be strong exactly because she's here with him, because she inspires him.
But it's entirely too much. He hasn't been able to say those words for centuries, why would he suddenly be able to start now? So.. ] .. and you know I'm strong too. We'll be fine.
[ He inhales. Then - slowly - exhales.
Bigby still doesn't make any move to pull his hand out of her grasp. ]
I-- You can see now why I wish you weren't here. [ There's nothing harsh about his words. He sounds worried, but not in his usual gruff way, where it's covered up with a layer of anger. Instead it just sounds plain worried. Back home things were dangerous enough, but this place? It's like dealing with the Adversary all over again, except they're even less equipped to do anything. ] .. but..
[ ...
This gets really close to what he wanted to say. It's not close enough that he can't say it at all, but it is close enough that it still makes him a little nervous to voice it when it comes to her. ]
I'm glad you're here anyway.
[ It's the truth. ]