She can't help but tip her face into his touch, letting out a breath of relief. Her skin is still damp from washing away tears and blood, but gentleness is such a relief to her right now she can't even think about stepping away.
She uncurls her hand from the back of her neck, crossing her arm over her chest to carefully touch his knuckles, letting her palm rest against his wrist.
"You're right, you know. I'm not the same person I was the last time you saw me. But I want to be."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2010-02-20 06:50 pm (UTC)She uncurls her hand from the back of her neck, crossing her arm over her chest to carefully touch his knuckles, letting her palm rest against his wrist.
"You're right, you know. I'm not the same person I was the last time you saw me. But I want to be."
She squeezes his palm.
You make me want to be.
"I want to be. I'm just ... so tired."