[It's such a small thing, that kiss, and yet it speaks volumes. It's the first display tonight that he hasn't initiated, and though one might argue that the situation has coaxed it from her, he knows full well she wouldn't have given it at all if she didn't want to.
Even if this isn't about wants, as she says, it eases his heart some to know that it's there— even if, in turn, it makes what's to come that much more difficult. He would rather know the truth of her heart than not, just as he'd insisted on her knowing his own.
His hold eases, his hand moving to the small of her to rest there.]
No, it isn't, is it.
[There's a strange note in his voice that feels foreign, even to him— something dangerously close to resignation.
Perhaps it truly will have to be enough, just to know.]
You've never talked about what you want. Not until tonight.
[She'd told him that she wanted him to stay forever. If he hadn't believed it in full then, he certainly does now.]
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Even if this isn't about wants, as she says, it eases his heart some to know that it's there— even if, in turn, it makes what's to come that much more difficult. He would rather know the truth of her heart than not, just as he'd insisted on her knowing his own.
His hold eases, his hand moving to the small of her to rest there.]
No, it isn't, is it.
[There's a strange note in his voice that feels foreign, even to him— something dangerously close to resignation.
Perhaps it truly will have to be enough, just to know.]
You've never talked about what you want. Not until tonight.
[She'd told him that she wanted him to stay forever. If he hadn't believed it in full then, he certainly does now.]