Her heart gives another giddy lurch in her chest, and she reaches up with her uninjured arm to cradle his face with her hand again.
“We’ll figure it out,” she tells him, suddenly certain that they will. That they can. If she can survive something that should have been a death sentence, they can figure out… this. Them. She wants to. Needs to. Almost dying has made a few things crystal clear. And she doesn’t want to waste a second chance she could have easily never gotten.
“I don’t think I care about vacations anymore. I just want this. You. Us.” That’s all she wants. She could have died and she doesn’t want to lose him again. She gives him a slightly sheepish smile. “They do. They really do.” If they do go on vacation somewhere, they can find something that works for both of them. All that matters is spending time together. “I don’t know if I have much of an appetite, but I should probably eat something anyway.” She’s not sure if her stomach is entirely settled, but it seems like something she should try. At least in a bit.
“Mostly I’d like to just stay in your arms a while.” She could probably sleep, shes weak, and shaky, and exhausted, but she’s been unconscious and doesn’t really feel like revisiting that just yet. Even if it’d be voluntary rather than sedation, this time.
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Date: 2024-03-16 11:32 am (UTC)“We’ll figure it out,” she tells him, suddenly certain that they will. That they can. If she can survive something that should have been a death sentence, they can figure out… this. Them. She wants to. Needs to. Almost dying has made a few things crystal clear. And she doesn’t want to waste a second chance she could have easily never gotten.
“I don’t think I care about vacations anymore. I just want this. You. Us.” That’s all she wants. She could have died and she doesn’t want to lose him again. She gives him a slightly sheepish smile. “They do. They really do.” If they do go on vacation somewhere, they can find something that works for both of them. All that matters is spending time together. “I don’t know if I have much of an appetite, but I should probably eat something anyway.” She’s not sure if her stomach is entirely settled, but it seems like something she should try. At least in a bit.
“Mostly I’d like to just stay in your arms a while.” She could probably sleep, shes weak, and shaky, and exhausted, but she’s been unconscious and doesn’t really feel like revisiting that just yet. Even if it’d be voluntary rather than sedation, this time.