[ the admission out of him is actually fairly startling to emma — even more so because of how much she agrees. nothing feels right when she's far from him, and it's nearly impossible to ignore, on top of that. it's only when she's here with him, within proper reach that she feels any real sort of whole. ]
It surely doesn't.
[ her voice is soft, a little tentative about her honesty, but...she can't really deny it (not without outright lying).
hesitating, she has to steel herself before she reaches out. the fact that he isn't looking at her, that his eyes are closed, makes it a little easier for her to lightly rest her hand on his, and it— makes her stop. it's different from the fleeting contact they'd had in the middle of the fight (which in itself had been intense and with so much pain between them, hadn't fully allowed anything else to seep through). it's a rush of— wholeness and sensation and she feels like she's been wrapped in the softest, warmest blanket imaginable.
her breathing catches, and all she can manage is a soft exhale: ]
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It surely doesn't.
[ her voice is soft, a little tentative about her honesty, but...she can't really deny it (not without outright lying).
hesitating, she has to steel herself before she reaches out. the fact that he isn't looking at her, that his eyes are closed, makes it a little easier for her to lightly rest her hand on his, and it— makes her stop. it's different from the fleeting contact they'd had in the middle of the fight (which in itself had been intense and with so much pain between them, hadn't fully allowed anything else to seep through). it's a rush of— wholeness and sensation and she feels like she's been wrapped in the softest, warmest blanket imaginable.
her breathing catches, and all she can manage is a soft exhale: ]
Oh.