[ She wants desperately to lean into his touch and satisfy the yearning to be closer to him. After losing him and grieving for so long, she can't ever get enough of him. Just being in the same room together is a gift, and anything more than that... But even after what they've shared, she's afraid to overstep, afraid to assume and ruin this thing between them that feels both precious and fragile.
So she doesn't lean in, but she does match his smile with a grateful one of her own. He knows her so well. ]
Thank you. [ She really does hate not looking completely put together. Taking a step back feels like a great ravine opening in the space left behind, able to be bridged only when they come together again. ] I'll only be a minute.
[ The water is too cold for anything more than a brisk splash to the face, after all. But she can't complain — at least they have running water. ]
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So she doesn't lean in, but she does match his smile with a grateful one of her own. He knows her so well. ]
Thank you. [ She really does hate not looking completely put together. Taking a step back feels like a great ravine opening in the space left behind, able to be bridged only when they come together again. ] I'll only be a minute.
[ The water is too cold for anything more than a brisk splash to the face, after all. But she can't complain — at least they have running water. ]