[ as the person who's always left, elektra knows something of what it's like to not want to let herself form attachments. she'd just been doing it for the opposite reasons, up until she'd met him. stick had conditioned her well. but she always found herself craving physical affection after it had been given to her. so much of what she'd learned had been meant for violence.
he doesn't let go, pulling his hand over his heart. she feels it beating beneath the back of her hand as he traces the lines of her palm and her fingers curl slightly inward, catching on his fingertips.
he's right. she has no control over what happened to the boy or what could happen to either of them. neither does he. this isn't his fault, and she doesn't know if he'll accept that, but maybe he can come to terms with it being the world they're living in.
god, that sounds bleak.
he offers to take the first shift and she shakes her head - she wants to make sure he rests, and she doesn't think he will if she doesn't take the first shift. ]
You're already laying down. I'm okay with taking it.
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he doesn't let go, pulling his hand over his heart. she feels it beating beneath the back of her hand as he traces the lines of her palm and her fingers curl slightly inward, catching on his fingertips.
he's right. she has no control over what happened to the boy or what could happen to either of them. neither does he. this isn't his fault, and she doesn't know if he'll accept that, but maybe he can come to terms with it being the world they're living in.
god, that sounds bleak.
he offers to take the first shift and she shakes her head - she wants to make sure he rests, and she doesn't think he will if she doesn't take the first shift. ]
You're already laying down. I'm okay with taking it.