[ Ah, he know too well by now that he'd gladly suffer hell for the sake of this smile, that he can regard darker moments of his life with a melancholy fondness if it means that this is what it's culminated towards. It's his pride, what little he has left, that his pain amounts to nothing if it means that he can breathe freely in front of someone he wants to protect.
He has no clever retort to her teasing, no sarcastic quip or dry rebuttals. Eloquence isn't his strong suit, but he's already been told that Oona doesn't mind his silences; that does away with any awkwardness he may have had with his verbal fumbles, and he's content to remain wordless as he pulls Oona up into his arms.
Without explaining what or why, he gets up like that, straightens off of the couch with Oona in tow as if she's weightless.
She might as well be, to him.
His collar is down, he has no real defense against his own half-smile (it's there, astonishingly enough), and once he's done rooting around for what he wants to say, he finally opens his mouth. ]
It's fine that you're small. [ Brace yourself. ] —It's cute.
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He has no clever retort to her teasing, no sarcastic quip or dry rebuttals. Eloquence isn't his strong suit, but he's already been told that Oona doesn't mind his silences; that does away with any awkwardness he may have had with his verbal fumbles, and he's content to remain wordless as he pulls Oona up into his arms.
Without explaining what or why, he gets up like that, straightens off of the couch with Oona in tow as if she's weightless.
She might as well be, to him.
His collar is down, he has no real defense against his own half-smile (it's there, astonishingly enough), and once he's done rooting around for what he wants to say, he finally opens his mouth. ]
It's fine that you're small. [ Brace yourself. ] —It's cute.
[ Ah. ]