She watches his face -- watches the way the corners of his eyes crinkle, the color of those irises seeming to glint, like soft and unsure rays of sunlight breaking through storm clouds -- surprised by the genuineness of his smile, and the way the corner of her mouth quirks in response.
It isn't an expression she's seen before, and it fills her with something she desperately needs right now: a sense of ease. Her thumb moves over his knuckles again.
"It was worth it," she murmurs, "having to go behind your back. Hearing you say that. Part of me was afraid, when you called. That you were angry with me still, for getting Kim involved."
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Date: 2010-02-13 09:10 pm (UTC)It isn't an expression she's seen before, and it fills her with something she desperately needs right now: a sense of ease. Her thumb moves over his knuckles again.
"It was worth it," she murmurs, "having to go behind your back. Hearing you say that. Part of me was afraid, when you called. That you were angry with me still, for getting Kim involved."