[His response is in true Keith fashion: no-frills and to-the-point. Cutting to the heart of the issue without dancing around too much the hows and whys. But he wouldn't say anything he doesn't mean, and that in of itself is comforting. It's not some magic fix—there's not anything other than time that will really mend the wound—but it's touches her heart all the same.
He pulls her in close, pressing his lips to her forehead (it's a kiss, no matter how narration describes it) and it's a warm feeling. More than the heat from their physical proximity, but the warmth of companionship. Being cared for and accepted. The comfort of knowing that no matter how much she messed up (and there's not much worse than being in bed (proverbially????) with the enemy), she was not on her own.
She responds by wrapping her arms around him once again, hugging tight and basking in his warm, solid, comforting presence. His companionship. It was love. Different from the sort that made her breath short and her heart race (though some of that might be happening as well), but an enduring bond that she shared with the silly little group of humans (and one half-galra) that came into her life.
Quietly,] Thank you, Keith. If not for you, we may have never— I wouldn't—
[She gives an aggravated sort of huff as she struggles for the proper words. For discovering the truth, for stepping up as a leader right when they needed it, for now. Finally, she lifts her head and, if narration may be so bold, presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
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He pulls her in close, pressing his lips to her forehead (it's a kiss, no matter how narration describes it) and it's a warm feeling. More than the heat from their physical proximity, but the warmth of companionship. Being cared for and accepted. The comfort of knowing that no matter how much she messed up (and there's not much worse than being in bed (proverbially????) with the enemy), she was not on her own.
She responds by wrapping her arms around him once again, hugging tight and basking in his warm, solid, comforting presence. His companionship. It was love. Different from the sort that made her breath short and her heart race (though some of that might be happening as well), but an enduring bond that she shared with the silly little group of humans (and one half-galra) that came into her life.
Quietly,] Thank you, Keith. If not for you, we may have never— I wouldn't—
[She gives an aggravated sort of huff as she struggles for the proper words. For discovering the truth, for stepping up as a leader right when they needed it, for now. Finally, she lifts her head and, if narration may be so bold, presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.]
Thank you.