[It's hard to miss the tension building within their own heads. They're drifting into difficult territory, into something that she know she can't speak for certain on. Regardless of how she feels about what happened between the brothers, she'll never have the capacity to know their perspective. His perspective.
But it was just as she said. They were trying to survive together. Even if she couldn't fully process what had come to pass between not just the brothers, but all of humanity, she could empathize. She could lend him strength, and maybe β if she dared to be so bold β she could grant him faith in at least one human.
With this resolve in mind, no one would blame her if she reached out to him. Allowing her fingers thread in between his would only be the next natural step. Contact was a normal, human thing to offer in time of need, after all. Where words failed, her strength would come in the form of a gentle touch. Even for someone as awkward and fumbling as her, this much was second nature.
β So second nature that she doesn't realize she's actually done it until she feels the cool press of Knives' own skin against her own. There's a moment where she freezes, wondering if this is a mistake, wondering if he'll pull away. But rather than pull back and make a fool of herself, she commits.]
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Date: 2023-12-28 02:23 am (UTC)But it was just as she said. They were trying to survive together. Even if she couldn't fully process what had come to pass between not just the brothers, but all of humanity, she could empathize. She could lend him strength, and maybe β if she dared to be so bold β she could grant him faith in at least one human.
With this resolve in mind, no one would blame her if she reached out to him. Allowing her fingers thread in between his would only be the next natural step. Contact was a normal, human thing to offer in time of need, after all. Where words failed, her strength would come in the form of a gentle touch. Even for someone as awkward and fumbling as her, this much was second nature.
β So second nature that she doesn't realize she's actually done it until she feels the cool press of Knives' own skin against her own. There's a moment where she freezes, wondering if this is a mistake, wondering if he'll pull away. But rather than pull back and make a fool of herself, she commits.]
I'm here for you. That's what friends are for.