[ Thanks in no small part to his fatigue, to how swollen his thoughts are with fear, it takes him a moment to realize what she's doing, taking the shampoo out of his hand, until she's lifting her hands to his hair, his chest tightening and his eyebrows lifting as he understands. ]
Alisaie...
[ It's not a protest, not quite, but there's so much else mingled in the way he says her name for how it's little more than a whisper. It's a gesture so tender, so intimate, that he tips his head down, eyes falling shut against the tears he'd tried so hard to keep at bay.
It's no use. The tears slip out anyway, unbidden, rolling down his cheeks and mingling with the shower water as his shoulders shake. If he could say something, he would - but he's too full for words. Full of pain, full of exhaustion, full of fear, yes. But also full of love, blinding and unyielding, a thing far too great and beautiful for him to fully comprehend. It's such a simple thing, her fingers working the shampoo into his hair, and yet, it isn't simple.
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Alisaie...
[ It's not a protest, not quite, but there's so much else mingled in the way he says her name for how it's little more than a whisper. It's a gesture so tender, so intimate, that he tips his head down, eyes falling shut against the tears he'd tried so hard to keep at bay.
It's no use. The tears slip out anyway, unbidden, rolling down his cheeks and mingling with the shower water as his shoulders shake. If he could say something, he would - but he's too full for words. Full of pain, full of exhaustion, full of fear, yes. But also full of love, blinding and unyielding, a thing far too great and beautiful for him to fully comprehend. It's such a simple thing, her fingers working the shampoo into his hair, and yet, it isn't simple.
Not at all. ]