[ Oona fits into the spaces Rosa'd left behind nicely, though he can't say that Oona is a replacement or a stand-in; that would be both a disservice and a lie, and Adolf wonders if this is how his wife felt, too, when she was with other people. More fulfilled. Honest.
He breathes into Oona's hair, closes his eyes and stops his heart from beating around the dull metal embedded in his chest, tries to forget the weight of his wedding band still hung around his neck.
He still cares— he always has, he always will.
But he cares about this weight too, this small warmth curled around him and persisting despite everything he tells her. He has no way of knowing if he's on borrowed time, if this is going to last, but for now—
—he'll try to preserve it, as best he can. ]
When don't you cause trouble.
[ Carefully sidestepping the question about interest, though the embrace should speak volumes. Because his arms have...somehow found themselves loosely around Oona's waist, to keep her in place. ]
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He breathes into Oona's hair, closes his eyes and stops his heart from beating around the dull metal embedded in his chest, tries to forget the weight of his wedding band still hung around his neck.
He still cares— he always has, he always will.
But he cares about this weight too, this small warmth curled around him and persisting despite everything he tells her. He has no way of knowing if he's on borrowed time, if this is going to last, but for now—
—he'll try to preserve it, as best he can. ]
When don't you cause trouble.
[ Carefully sidestepping the question about interest, though the embrace should speak volumes. Because his arms have...somehow found themselves loosely around Oona's waist, to keep her in place. ]
It's why I always have to keep an eye on you.