[There's so much, and in this, too, is change. Constant change, and seemingly rarely for the better. But this, this is a bright light in what is far too often the opposite of anything good at all.
He takes a deep breath, still taking her in above all else, ignoring the shame of the doubt that he'd allowed to settle in. Second chances upon second chances, all of them he hardly deserves. He won't let this happen, not this horrible future that hangs above his head, ruthless in its hovering.]
The ship is--I've seen better managed. [Which could remain unsaid, and in most cases, probably should.] The rest is complicated.
[She isn't. This isn't. He reaches up to take her hands in his own, pressing his forehead to her own. They'll never make it to the right deck at this rate, but the ship can wait.] I prefer this. Us. If he could give the rest of this up, I would, in a heartbeat.
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[There's so much, and in this, too, is change. Constant change, and seemingly rarely for the better. But this, this is a bright light in what is far too often the opposite of anything good at all.
He takes a deep breath, still taking her in above all else, ignoring the shame of the doubt that he'd allowed to settle in. Second chances upon second chances, all of them he hardly deserves. He won't let this happen, not this horrible future that hangs above his head, ruthless in its hovering.]
The ship is--I've seen better managed. [Which could remain unsaid, and in most cases, probably should.] The rest is complicated.
[She isn't. This isn't. He reaches up to take her hands in his own, pressing his forehead to her own. They'll never make it to the right deck at this rate, but the ship can wait.] I prefer this. Us. If he could give the rest of this up, I would, in a heartbeat.