[ Protecting her, then. Overprotecting, to be sure, but protecting nonetheless. And protecting what he had with her, whatever it was. Rey felt like an idiot. Too isolated to recognize what it looked like when someone was trying to take care of her. She stepped closer to him. Instead of flinching away from the horror of what he'd done, she embraced it, leaning her head against his chest, enfolding herself in his chest. Her hand leaves his arm in the process to instead wrap around his middle, pulling him to her.
This, probably, would be worse to stumble upon. But she can't help it. She can't articulate what it means to her that he'd done that, given how last night had gone. It's awful, really awful, yet it means everything to her. His fear of his father's reaction was grappling genuinely with his affection for her — last night, that fear had won. Today it was a little more even. He'd fought back, not quite confronting it, but asserting her importance all the same.
She mattered to someone in this damned galaxy.
More to the point, 'separate us' here means leaving her behind probably. There's an easy way to be rid of this issue, and it's to remove her from the equation. It's not hard to see that. Preventing their separation also ensures her safety with them. ]
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This, probably, would be worse to stumble upon. But she can't help it. She can't articulate what it means to her that he'd done that, given how last night had gone. It's awful, really awful, yet it means everything to her. His fear of his father's reaction was grappling genuinely with his affection for her — last night, that fear had won. Today it was a little more even. He'd fought back, not quite confronting it, but asserting her importance all the same.
She mattered to someone in this damned galaxy.
More to the point, 'separate us' here means leaving her behind probably. There's an easy way to be rid of this issue, and it's to remove her from the equation. It's not hard to see that. Preventing their separation also ensures her safety with them. ]