[ she nods, giving one final brush of her thumb over his forehead before shifting her position, curling against him on her side. the hand he's holding over his heart remains where it is and she pillows her other arm beneath her cheek. her forehead tucks against his shoulder as she settles.
this isn't his fault, and she'd tell him that but she knows he won't want to hear it. she's honestly not sure if hearing it will be better or worse; yes, that means that this isn't his fault, but it also means that their time here could be finite. it's one thing to be told that and another to have proof of it shown to you. it makes it real, and frightening. it's something she's thinking about, too. ]
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this isn't his fault, and she'd tell him that but she knows he won't want to hear it. she's honestly not sure if hearing it will be better or worse; yes, that means that this isn't his fault, but it also means that their time here could be finite. it's one thing to be told that and another to have proof of it shown to you. it makes it real, and frightening. it's something she's thinking about, too. ]