She waits. She'd waited the first time too, when they'd dragged each other out of the harbor, when he'd demanded she explain herself. She waits... and when he holds her back, she gives him a soft squeeze.
She hears him, but she doesn't say anything because she can't think of any apology he could give that she would accept other than for him. So she'll accept it in silence for a few moments and holds onto him until she feels that he needs her to let go.
She leans over then and kisses his cheek, pulling away to look at him again. Had she helped? Had she given him some, even a fraction of what he'd given her? She wants to. Not because he'd ask that of her, not because he'd expect it, but because everything she's ever learned about family, real family, what her heart says about family, is that you take care of each other.
She reaches up a hand and puts it to his chest. Her other hand goes to her own. It's about hearts. It's about bats too. It's about both of them, both of them, and she doesn't need words to tell him how she feels for any of it.
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She hears him, but she doesn't say anything because she can't think of any apology he could give that she would accept other than for him. So she'll accept it in silence for a few moments and holds onto him until she feels that he needs her to let go.
She leans over then and kisses his cheek, pulling away to look at him again. Had she helped? Had she given him some, even a fraction of what he'd given her? She wants to. Not because he'd ask that of her, not because he'd expect it, but because everything she's ever learned about family, real family, what her heart says about family, is that you take care of each other.
She reaches up a hand and puts it to his chest. Her other hand goes to her own. It's about hearts. It's about bats too. It's about both of them, both of them, and she doesn't need words to tell him how she feels for any of it.