[ His voice rumbles through her thigh, sleep-addled but soothing. Straightening out her legs some, she shifts beneath him until she gets comfortable, ignoring the chill of stone biting into bare skin. It feels insignificant, compared to the cold promise of her departure.
For a long moment, she's silent, quietly contemplative. She's heard him, of course, but she has no immediate resolution — and he is in no state to hear her hurt. Engaging him in a discussion of the future, and of her own feelings, doesn't feel right in the fragile condition he is in. Neither does it feel fair to herself to contain it, but —
Well, those are her choices, and she will not stumble into the pitfall of expecting too much too soon. She settles for the former, stroking her fingers across his scalp. ]
There's still time before I leave.
[ Twelve hours, if that. But it's still something. A proposal to move on without acknowledging what has occurred, sweeping it beneath the rug. When compared to leaving things as they are, or risk worsening them by pursuing that discussion, it's the more appealing option to her. ]
it still wouldn't fix him........... poor malfunctioning horatio
For a long moment, she's silent, quietly contemplative. She's heard him, of course, but she has no immediate resolution — and he is in no state to hear her hurt. Engaging him in a discussion of the future, and of her own feelings, doesn't feel right in the fragile condition he is in. Neither does it feel fair to herself to contain it, but —
Well, those are her choices, and she will not stumble into the pitfall of expecting too much too soon. She settles for the former, stroking her fingers across his scalp. ]
There's still time before I leave.
[ Twelve hours, if that. But it's still something. A proposal to move on without acknowledging what has occurred, sweeping it beneath the rug. When compared to leaving things as they are, or risk worsening them by pursuing that discussion, it's the more appealing option to her. ]