A smile forms on her lips as she holds herself to him, tears of relief in her eyes. "I love you, too. I always will."
This is what she needs for closure. She needs the reminder that he's Chris and that no matter what they do or say to each other in the heat of the moment, they choose to be here. They choose their love and connection and come together to simply... be. She knows it, always, but feeling it is always better than simply hearing it or reading it through text.
There's so much else she'll want or need in time, but this is where it starts. This is where it will always start: with the two of them, together, facing whatever's come their way.
"Walk hand-in-hand with me until we reach your door." She doesn't let go of him as she says it, arms clasped around him as if she'll float away without his solid weight beneath them. "Tell me about--" She exhales a tense breath. "Tell me about the siren. I... I haven't asked because I was afraid to know, but it's part of you now. I want to know all parts of you, the same as I always have." The same as she always will.
"Tell me all this, and help me understand more fully who you are with it. That's what I need right now." After she can finally let him go to start their walk. Dreams know that in these first few seconds, she's not yet willing to part from him to make their way toward home. Even when she does, she'll take them on the most meandering path she can.
They have all day together, and with him is where she needs to be. Where they are now that the worst is out barely matters at all.
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This is what she needs for closure. She needs the reminder that he's Chris and that no matter what they do or say to each other in the heat of the moment, they choose to be here. They choose their love and connection and come together to simply... be. She knows it, always, but feeling it is always better than simply hearing it or reading it through text.
There's so much else she'll want or need in time, but this is where it starts. This is where it will always start: with the two of them, together, facing whatever's come their way.
"Walk hand-in-hand with me until we reach your door." She doesn't let go of him as she says it, arms clasped around him as if she'll float away without his solid weight beneath them. "Tell me about--" She exhales a tense breath. "Tell me about the siren. I... I haven't asked because I was afraid to know, but it's part of you now. I want to know all parts of you, the same as I always have." The same as she always will.
"Tell me all this, and help me understand more fully who you are with it. That's what I need right now." After she can finally let him go to start their walk. Dreams know that in these first few seconds, she's not yet willing to part from him to make their way toward home. Even when she does, she'll take them on the most meandering path she can.
They have all day together, and with him is where she needs to be. Where they are now that the worst is out barely matters at all.