[It's hard to give yourself that sort of credit. Hard to see the good, when you know, somewhere, you've let down the people who matter most. Hunk keeps telling him otherwise. Keeps saying it's okay, that it's not true. But it weighs on him. Enough to where even Diana's assurances feel hard to take.]
[He trusts her. Deeply. But it's more than that.]
[He's started to move. To help her to her feet, if she needs it. But her expression is lightening. She looks better. Maybe she won't need the help -- he's got to offer it, regardless. He knows that.]
[And... yet he can't move. Her fingers touch his face. The harsh line drawn across it. His eyes flick up as she leans in, ready to catch her, to support her. Whatever she needs him to do. He's here for her. Ready for nearly anything she needs.]
[Almost anything.]
[It's not something burning, something hot and urgent. It's quiet, it's careful. Something given over so gently, he doesn't realize he's relaxed against it. Leaned ever so slightly back with a need for contact he didn't know he wanted until now. It barely lasts a moment. But it pulls something from him. Makes him chase after it, if only for that same length of a second.]
[When he finds his voice, it's a little choked. And he can't say why.]
No... I -- thank you.
[What for, he doesn't really know. Some nameless ache starting to ease.]
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[He trusts her. Deeply. But it's more than that.]
[He's started to move. To help her to her feet, if she needs it. But her expression is lightening. She looks better. Maybe she won't need the help -- he's got to offer it, regardless. He knows that.]
[And... yet he can't move. Her fingers touch his face. The harsh line drawn across it. His eyes flick up as she leans in, ready to catch her, to support her. Whatever she needs him to do. He's here for her. Ready for nearly anything she needs.]
[Almost anything.]
[It's not something burning, something hot and urgent. It's quiet, it's careful. Something given over so gently, he doesn't realize he's relaxed against it. Leaned ever so slightly back with a need for contact he didn't know he wanted until now. It barely lasts a moment. But it pulls something from him. Makes him chase after it, if only for that same length of a second.]
[When he finds his voice, it's a little choked. And he can't say why.]
No... I -- thank you.
[What for, he doesn't really know. Some nameless ache starting to ease.]