[ she slides down into bed easily, once kaz moves around a little. and inej lays on her back, though she does reach out to tug his arm over her middle again, wanting him to remain close. she runs her hand along his forearm, thinking over what he said. never thought this would happen . . .
it's honestly an odd thing, feeling close like this. she's never had a problem in making friends, really, but finding love was out of the realm of possibility. she, too, never thought it would happen. maybe for different reasons than kaz, but she had never really envisioned anyone wanting her. heleen had frequently told her that she was damaged goods whenever inej had threatened to leave. who would want to spend their time with someone that had been used and tossed away? or view her as anybody other than what she had done.
kaz hadn't, though. why, inej really has no idea. she still isn't entirely sure why he helped her in the first place, other than it being the supposed right thing to do. something about his own past that still isn't clear to her. all the same, he hadn't judged her, or mocked her, or thought her stupid. he had just simply helped. and when inej had told him how she felt, he had responded in kind, because he liked her for who she is.
the thought causes her to roll slightly, so she can tuck her face into his chest, making herself comfortable with his arm still looped around her middle. and once she's properly held again, she murmurs: ]
I am glad it happened with me, then.
[ saints knows she would probably be dead by now. or, at the very least, alone and miserable. ]
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it's honestly an odd thing, feeling close like this. she's never had a problem in making friends, really, but finding love was out of the realm of possibility. she, too, never thought it would happen. maybe for different reasons than kaz, but she had never really envisioned anyone wanting her. heleen had frequently told her that she was damaged goods whenever inej had threatened to leave. who would want to spend their time with someone that had been used and tossed away? or view her as anybody other than what she had done.
kaz hadn't, though. why, inej really has no idea. she still isn't entirely sure why he helped her in the first place, other than it being the supposed right thing to do. something about his own past that still isn't clear to her. all the same, he hadn't judged her, or mocked her, or thought her stupid. he had just simply helped. and when inej had told him how she felt, he had responded in kind, because he liked her for who she is.
the thought causes her to roll slightly, so she can tuck her face into his chest, making herself comfortable with his arm still looped around her middle. and once she's properly held again, she murmurs: ]
I am glad it happened with me, then.
[ saints knows she would probably be dead by now. or, at the very least, alone and miserable. ]