[ it feels like some kind of strange dream - even if she knows it isn't, because she's still questioning if this is real. it's too kind. he feels so solid; his hand is warm. he's warm in the way Vander always had been. it feels genuinely too good to be true.
is it selfish? wrong? should she be apologizing?
...she feels like she should.
she's momentarily stiff, a little rigid, as she's pulled in - but... she doesn't resist, and inevitably... she ends up clinging right on back to him, feeling very much like the little girl he'd left behind years ago, his life taken from him in that alley, body warped and mutated and badly injured. does he remember--? does he?
she doesn't know, so maybe it won't make any sense - but she can't stop the bubble of choked apologies from starting. they aren't especially coherent, a jumbled and confusing mess, but hopefully he would understand the underlying sentiments:
she is so sorry, Vander. she didn't mean to-- to ruin everything. she didn't mean to hurt them. she's sorry. she's sorry. ]
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is it selfish? wrong? should she be apologizing?
...she feels like she should.
she's momentarily stiff, a little rigid, as she's pulled in - but... she doesn't resist, and inevitably... she ends up clinging right on back to him, feeling very much like the little girl he'd left behind years ago, his life taken from him in that alley, body warped and mutated and badly injured. does he remember--? does he?
she doesn't know, so maybe it won't make any sense - but she can't stop the bubble of choked apologies from starting. they aren't especially coherent, a jumbled and confusing mess, but hopefully he would understand the underlying sentiments:
she is so sorry, Vander. she didn't mean to-- to ruin everything. she didn't mean to hurt them. she's sorry. she's sorry. ]