[His grip tightening on her hand is what spurs her into action; she loosens her other hand from his and leans forward to bridge the gap between them, to wrap her arm around him and hold tight to him. She can't tell if she's shaking, or if he's shaking, or if they both are.
She knows she feels like she's about to cry.]
Shh. Shhh.
[She doesn't want or need his apologies. She chose this - she chose it, and that's the only thing that's kept her from becoming so twisted over the years that she might lash out at him now. She's much more like the way he was in their first life than the way she was, but she isn't so far gone that she can derive happiness from his pain.
...but she can't foster her own happiness without him being there, either.]
You don't need to apologize to me... I don't want to hear that...!
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She knows she feels like she's about to cry.]
Shh. Shhh.
[She doesn't want or need his apologies. She chose this - she chose it, and that's the only thing that's kept her from becoming so twisted over the years that she might lash out at him now. She's much more like the way he was in their first life than the way she was, but she isn't so far gone that she can derive happiness from his pain.
...but she can't foster her own happiness without him being there, either.]
You don't need to apologize to me... I don't want to hear that...!