[ The more he speaks, the more it seems as if he's spiraling. So trapped he is within his own fears, she feels as if she's watching him become undone from reality in real time. What's holding him together is slowly slipping, she's seeing it on his expression, she's hearing it in the strain of his tone. But... What safer way to have that happen, than in the company of someone who cares for him? First and foremost, she wants to let him know that it's okay. ]
Tony--..... Tony. [ She repeats his name, the second time said more firmly than the first, as if she might call his attention back to her-- to her, to the present, to the reality that they have, not in any anxieties or the future of ifs, of worst-case-scenarios he already believes will happen, when he cannot tell the future.
...She'll address his concern of hurting others he cares about in a moment, of potentially hurting Gladio. But right now-- ] ....Over here, mm? [ She brings their hands up between them, clasping one of his in both of hers, as if holding his one in a prayer. ] Come back to me.
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Tony--..... Tony. [ She repeats his name, the second time said more firmly than the first, as if she might call his attention back to her-- to her, to the present, to the reality that they have, not in any anxieties or the future of ifs, of worst-case-scenarios he already believes will happen, when he cannot tell the future.
...She'll address his concern of hurting others he cares about in a moment, of potentially hurting Gladio. But right now-- ] ....Over here, mm? [ She brings their hands up between them, clasping one of his in both of hers, as if holding his one in a prayer. ] Come back to me.
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