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➟ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴏ (☞ ᐛ )☞ ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛᴜᴍ. ([personal profile] punshots) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2017-10-12 07:27 am (UTC)

[ At first, the oncoming signs of her tears make him worry that he's said the wrong thing, that maybe he should have told her he won't rest again until there's a cure, until someone can fix this. But of course, that's not the case. Her tears are not born of pain alone, even if they're a part of it, and she says those wonderful words to him. They ring like music in his ears, and place a full, genuine smile on his lips, even as his heart aches for her falling tears. Man, the tears they've shed over these past two weeks could probably fill up that bath tub, and then some.

And then he's on his knees crouching over the side of the tub, one hand reaching to cup her dusty, tear-streaked cheek and tip her forehead to his. His eyes are closed against the threat of more tears, though there's the sound of them lining his voice. ]


I love you, too.

[ And that's why it hardly feels like a sacrifice at all to take a day off, to let himself rest, to be with her. There's nothing he wants more right now. It doesn't even prickle at him, like he's being selfish; more than anything, it feels like a need.

He thumbs away her tears, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath. ]


We're gonna get through this. I promise. They figured out part of the cure today, they - we're gonna be alright.

[ He can't let himself or her believe otherwise. Finally, he opens his eyes, searching hers. ]

Okay?

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