( she has a feeling that whatever he's done, whatever he may have been a part of, it's not something he pays for lightly; there was no worse prison than the mind, take it from her. she wouldn't be upset if he preferred to wait it out, tell her after they've spent a bit more time with one another, but she's by no means disappointed when he begins, however small of steps he may need to take in order to get there.
every bit of her demeanor is patient, from the tiny tilt at the corner of her lips at his admittance to the way her body language itself doesn't prod nor rush him. it troubles her, even as little as she knows of him, to see him so trapped within himself. it's evident, then, that perhaps she wasn't the only one who needed this little evening retreat.
a moments pause, after his words, drawing plusher lip of the two in beneath her teeth. she doesn't want to interrupt or offer much from the sidelines, though part of her aches again to reach for him. she refrains. )
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every bit of her demeanor is patient, from the tiny tilt at the corner of her lips at his admittance to the way her body language itself doesn't prod nor rush him. it troubles her, even as little as she knows of him, to see him so trapped within himself. it's evident, then, that perhaps she wasn't the only one who needed this little evening retreat.
a moments pause, after his words, drawing plusher lip of the two in beneath her teeth. she doesn't want to interrupt or offer much from the sidelines, though part of her aches again to reach for him. she refrains. )