[ She searches him. It doesn't make sense to her — not entirely. He's been inside her mind, knows fears that she had only just realized, understands the shameful insistence with which she seeks the parents who'd left her. He's familiar with her. He knows her.
But that's not for her to decide. She steps in closer to him and nods, a little numbly for her lack of understanding, but she nods anyway. It doesn't matter if she gets it. She just has to respect it. ]
Okay.
[ She brings her other hand up to his hip, her fingertips creeping up his side like a spider's legs, eventually settling around his back at the base of his shoulder blade so she can draw in and embrace him. ]
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But that's not for her to decide. She steps in closer to him and nods, a little numbly for her lack of understanding, but she nods anyway. It doesn't matter if she gets it. She just has to respect it. ]
Okay.
[ She brings her other hand up to his hip, her fingertips creeping up his side like a spider's legs, eventually settling around his back at the base of his shoulder blade so she can draw in and embrace him. ]