There's...a lot we didn't expect to see, coming here...
[ She trails off and looks away, down to her folded arms. Elena's not just talking about the glimpses of their future they've been given. There's Harry, in particular. Hearing that he blamed himself, that's it. She deflates, shoulders dropping. Her eyes close for a moment and then open again to meet his.
Of course he would blame himself. He'd been the last one holding on to his brother, clinging and refusing to let him go even after he'd been shot.
This is no longer about Rafe.
She doesn't speak up until he's within reach, until her hands are on his arms and rubbing up along his biceps as she puts herself in front of him. ]
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[ She trails off and looks away, down to her folded arms. Elena's not just talking about the glimpses of their future they've been given. There's Harry, in particular. Hearing that he blamed himself, that's it. She deflates, shoulders dropping. Her eyes close for a moment and then open again to meet his.
Of course he would blame himself. He'd been the last one holding on to his brother, clinging and refusing to let him go even after he'd been shot.
This is no longer about Rafe.
She doesn't speak up until he's within reach, until her hands are on his arms and rubbing up along his biceps as she puts herself in front of him. ]
Don't do that.