She leans back against him and Carver just presses his head against hers, matching her breathing. Holding her the way she's holding him. It's strange to realize how much of themselves is mirrored in the other: not perfectly, no, but enough to reach for when the world goes strange on them. And then there are the pieces they build together.
They were strangers at the start. In a different place, they would have killed each other and never thought of it again. Here, she's one of his closest friends. They know each other in the way that only comes with intimacy. It built slowly, in starts and stops. He can't think of a way to say that, to encompass all of that without dredging up yet more wounds, so he just holds her. Matches their breathing, and keeps his eyes closed.
Maybe for a little while, they can just hold each other.
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Date: 2023-09-29 08:24 pm (UTC)From:They were strangers at the start. In a different place, they would have killed each other and never thought of it again. Here, she's one of his closest friends. They know each other in the way that only comes with intimacy. It built slowly, in starts and stops. He can't think of a way to say that, to encompass all of that without dredging up yet more wounds, so he just holds her. Matches their breathing, and keeps his eyes closed.
Maybe for a little while, they can just hold each other.