[ The relief feels like it vibrates out into the air, tension going out of her shoulders and that pinched look leaving the corners of her mouth. It's enough to soothe more of his own nerves, the ones he'd been quietly building up in the wake of the unknown.
But now it's known, it's something he can plan around and do, easily. If she doesn't want anything more intimate, then they won't do that. There will be certain things he'll miss–like using his mouth on her when they have a lazy morning–but it's not like it's an imperative. He'd lasted years without any of it before; making sure she was happy came before anything else.
So as she loops her arms around his neck, he curls both of his around her middle, pulling her in tight. ]
Memories do what they want. [ And it's never worked to simply tell it to stop. It seems spiteful because it just clings onto the thoughts more.
Either way, what he's trying to get across is: he gets it. ]
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But now it's known, it's something he can plan around and do, easily. If she doesn't want anything more intimate, then they won't do that. There will be certain things he'll miss–like using his mouth on her when they have a lazy morning–but it's not like it's an imperative. He'd lasted years without any of it before; making sure she was happy came before anything else.
So as she loops her arms around his neck, he curls both of his around her middle, pulling her in tight. ]
Memories do what they want. [ And it's never worked to simply tell it to stop. It seems spiteful because it just clings onto the thoughts more.
Either way, what he's trying to get across is: he gets it. ]
Can I still brush your hair?