[ She seizes on the image, locking it away. There was so much warmth to his thought, affection even if he might use another word for it. Her head turns where she rests against him. ]
It must be nice... to have someone there for you like that.
[ It seizes her suddenly, how much she hasn't. Easy to slip into something she fights off so often, a choking damp feeling in the back of the throat that was even before the rawness of this loss. Loneliness, she's been so, so alone. ]
Are we... are we friends, Steve?
[ She knows her own image of it is distorted by the sphere of violence and lies and other people's intentions. She'd considered them her friends, but that didn't undo the things she had done to them for her father's sake. It doesn't leave her much clarity for honest interactions. Fretful, her fingers curl in the material of his clothes, her head turning in closer like he might just turn her away, even now. That terrifying speed up in heart. How long had she wanted friends of her own? To help her be brave or laugh with her, like Steve had, someone to face the bad things with. ]
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It must be nice... to have someone there for you like that.
[ It seizes her suddenly, how much she hasn't. Easy to slip into something she fights off so often, a choking damp feeling in the back of the throat that was even before the rawness of this loss. Loneliness, she's been so, so alone. ]
Are we... are we friends, Steve?
[ She knows her own image of it is distorted by the sphere of violence and lies and other people's intentions. She'd considered them her friends, but that didn't undo the things she had done to them for her father's sake. It doesn't leave her much clarity for honest interactions. Fretful, her fingers curl in the material of his clothes, her head turning in closer like he might just turn her away, even now. That terrifying speed up in heart. How long had she wanted friends of her own? To help her be brave or laugh with her, like Steve had, someone to face the bad things with. ]