[ She feels the tremble his hand in hers, and it only makes her only smooth her fingers over the back of his knuckles. She repeats this, over and over until those trembles are but scant quivers. Would that she could dismiss his apologies away with the same motions, because he doesn't need to say he's sorry for... She doesn't even know what he's sorry for. For allowing himself to show this, for letting himself show these emotions?
Too much. He puts too much on himself, and she sees it clearly with his new pallor. She speaks gently, cautiously. ]
You're here, and it's now. [ Not the future, not anywhere else, and not in a situation in which he's hurt someone, real or imagined. ] I'm here.... And it's a privilege to be here, with you. Will you believe that?
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Too much. He puts too much on himself, and she sees it clearly with his new pallor. She speaks gently, cautiously. ]
You're here, and it's now. [ Not the future, not anywhere else, and not in a situation in which he's hurt someone, real or imagined. ] I'm here.... And it's a privilege to be here, with you. Will you believe that?