[ his thumb drags along the back of her hand and she almost tries to take it back, or maybe... reassure him, in some way. she's quick to deflect whenever the attention turns to her and her past, to walk things back even if she shouldn't have to. there was no room for weakness back home; everyone has a purpose they're destined to fulfill.
she doesn't explain herself; she doesn't need to. she has a feeling that he understands a part of it anyway. and that's something, isn't it? ]
I know. [ her other hand covers his, cradling his hand between both of hers. ] I don't want you to regret anything, either.
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she doesn't explain herself; she doesn't need to. she has a feeling that he understands a part of it anyway. and that's something, isn't it? ]
I know. [ her other hand covers his, cradling his hand between both of hers. ] I don't want you to regret anything, either.