Already she's a creature of habit, without even knowing it. He's back beside her before she's totally conscious of his movement, and it's the easiest thing in the world to fall into the warmth of his embrace, to rest against his shoulder and cling to him. He has been a rock in a storm, this whole time; but now they have a moment of calm together.
She sighs, like she's finally managed to shake loose some of her tension. He's warm and solid and of course she loves him; how could she not? What a marvel to be able to be obvious about it.
(And it makes it obvious, too, that the question she's been trying to avoid-- why did she leave-- still hangs in the air. It feels too essential to keep ignoring, but for the rest of tonight, at least, she's going to.)
For now, she's going to bask in this and let herself zone out a little to the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palm.
"Glad I got you to come to bed," she murmurs eventually.
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She sighs, like she's finally managed to shake loose some of her tension. He's warm and solid and of course she loves him; how could she not? What a marvel to be able to be obvious about it.
(And it makes it obvious, too, that the question she's been trying to avoid-- why did she leave-- still hangs in the air. It feels too essential to keep ignoring, but for the rest of tonight, at least, she's going to.)
For now, she's going to bask in this and let herself zone out a little to the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palm.
"Glad I got you to come to bed," she murmurs eventually.