Something has shifted between them and he knows it: he just isn't sure yet of the extent of it. If he were he may have leaned down, may have tipped her chin up and pressed their lips together, as if giving her a declaration of intent: yes, he'll stay, in more ways than she knows.
But there is also her bruised back, and her fear of people coming back to reproach her, and it's not the time. He is more than happy to hold her, keep her company.
"I'll stay," he murmurs, rubbing his fingertips against her scalp a little to make her smile. "I'll stay until you tell me to go."
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Something has shifted between them and he knows it: he just isn't sure yet of the extent of it. If he were he may have leaned down, may have tipped her chin up and pressed their lips together, as if giving her a declaration of intent: yes, he'll stay, in more ways than she knows.
But there is also her bruised back, and her fear of people coming back to reproach her, and it's not the time. He is more than happy to hold her, keep her company.
"I'll stay," he murmurs, rubbing his fingertips against her scalp a little to make her smile. "I'll stay until you tell me to go."