[ It aches, but it feels so good, too - to let his emotions spill out while she massages her fingers across his scalp, and kisses his face so tenderly that a fresh hiccup of sobs wracks his shoulders. He doesn't deserve this, no matter how battered and weary he might be, but it's still so intimate and welcome that he never thinks to stop her.
Because this isn't just for him. When they're close like this, communicating perfectly without ever uttering a word, it's easy to forget that that separation exists - that they aren't just one whole, two parts that fit together so well that it's a wonder how he ever lived without her in his life. He lifts his hands to her face, thumbs gently gliding over her cheeks, willing this moment to never end, even for as much as it hurts so exquisitely.
But the water is so cleansing, just as these tears. ]
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Because this isn't just for him. When they're close like this, communicating perfectly without ever uttering a word, it's easy to forget that that separation exists - that they aren't just one whole, two parts that fit together so well that it's a wonder how he ever lived without her in his life. He lifts his hands to her face, thumbs gently gliding over her cheeks, willing this moment to never end, even for as much as it hurts so exquisitely.
But the water is so cleansing, just as these tears. ]