[for a long moment, she's quiet, and then there's shuffling - she extracts herself out of the kotatsu and crawls around to the other side where he is, until she's next to him. by now, they've spent enough time together that she has a rough idea of how tall he is, could find him if she tried. it means her reaching out with one hand does connect with his cheek, a featherlight touch on his skin that doesn't overly linger, knowing how he had frozen beneath her touch before.
connection, because she can. because she hears what he's afraid of, because there are scars that time can only make bearable, people you were supposed to trust who lied to you, who failed you. but you can't call them horrible for it, not even when they were suffocating to be around. Helena doesn't know how many cuts he has, how deep they go, but she knows pain, and wishes somehow this will help.
where she ends up when she pulls back is her hand on his, and then the other joining it, holding it securely. warmth, that doesn't squeeze or pinch. just noting that his hand is cold, so it can be held. she is making her own decision on who to trust, who to doubt.]
...If you're worried about becoming that sort of person, then you never will become them. Your heart is too strong to fade away.
[breathe, she wants to tell him. it's okay to be uncertain, to be scared. it doesn't mean she's turning around and running away from him because he isn't perfect. scars and all - that's how they are.]
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Date: 2021-12-31 09:21 am (UTC)connection, because she can. because she hears what he's afraid of, because there are scars that time can only make bearable, people you were supposed to trust who lied to you, who failed you. but you can't call them horrible for it, not even when they were suffocating to be around. Helena doesn't know how many cuts he has, how deep they go, but she knows pain, and wishes somehow this will help.
where she ends up when she pulls back is her hand on his, and then the other joining it, holding it securely. warmth, that doesn't squeeze or pinch. just noting that his hand is cold, so it can be held. she is making her own decision on who to trust, who to doubt.]
...If you're worried about becoming that sort of person, then you never will become them. Your heart is too strong to fade away.
[breathe, she wants to tell him. it's okay to be uncertain, to be scared. it doesn't mean she's turning around and running away from him because he isn't perfect. scars and all - that's how they are.]