[He exhales a quiet breath against her hair as he wraps her up in a tight hug, one hand against the back of her head to keep her there against him. And he hates himself, in some ways, using the knowledge he has of her to all but force her into his desired outcome. And even if he tells himself it's for her sake, it still feels wrong, a shiver of mental dissonance.
But she's hugging him, she's feeling enough of something to cry and hold him back. And it's a start.
He presses his nose against the top of her head and sighs again, a quiet sound of relief, and murmurs,] It'll be okay.
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But she's hugging him, she's feeling enough of something to cry and hold him back. And it's a start.
He presses his nose against the top of her head and sighs again, a quiet sound of relief, and murmurs,] It'll be okay.