[It takes him by surprise, that confession; everything that he’d expected from her, everything that they’ve wrought from one another’s company: tense and sharp and brittle besides, difficult in all the wrong ways (how he’d tried to comfort her, and even that failed— though still he remembers her locking grip against his chest, shivering sharp and fierce, laced with indescribable anguish).
Incompatible might be the word for it.
And yet.
And yet here she is, open and far from snapping when she says she’s glad he’s found his freedom.
Sincere.
He—
He doesn’t know what to do with that, if he’s honest. His stare a little too hangdog, his eyes low and lifted all at once in clear disbelief: eyebrows pinched, chin set nearer to his shoulders.
No preening. No sneers.]
Mm. [A hum that sticks to the back of his fangs.
Somewhere beyond the alley where they’ve met, cargo clatters as it’s hauled roughly into place, chased by the sounds of barking. Distant.]
...thank you.
[He doesn’t know if he means it. He doesn’t know if he can, but...it is trying, isn’t it.
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[It takes him by surprise, that confession; everything that he’d expected from her, everything that they’ve wrought from one another’s company: tense and sharp and brittle besides, difficult in all the wrong ways (how he’d tried to comfort her, and even that failed— though still he remembers her locking grip against his chest, shivering sharp and fierce, laced with indescribable anguish).
Incompatible might be the word for it.
And yet.
And yet here she is, open and far from snapping when she says she’s glad he’s found his freedom.
Sincere.
He—
He doesn’t know what to do with that, if he’s honest. His stare a little too hangdog, his eyes low and lifted all at once in clear disbelief: eyebrows pinched, chin set nearer to his shoulders.
No preening. No sneers.]
Mm. [A hum that sticks to the back of his fangs.
Somewhere beyond the alley where they’ve met, cargo clatters as it’s hauled roughly into place, chased by the sounds of barking. Distant.]
...thank you.
[He doesn’t know if he means it. He doesn’t know if he can, but...it is trying, isn’t it.
He is trying.]
What happened to them. The person that saved you.