With that out of the way, Elena feels like she can breathe easier. The regret, the anger, the chances they took and the ones they didn't, they slowly fade from sight until all she can see is him. Him and the burning of his eyes and the quiet intensity in his voice. Elena's eyes fall shut, leaning into his hand once it slips over her face. She leans effortlessly into its warmth because it's all she knows to do; would never think of doing anything else.
She steps closer, bridging the very last gap that had remained between them. She exhales softly, slowly, lifting her hand. Her fingers curl around his wrist lightly, a quiet but decisive movement.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, after she has let that truth sit between them, growing stronger in the silence. He looks better than when she saw him last, and much better than when she found him on the lower deck.
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With that out of the way, Elena feels like she can breathe easier. The regret, the anger, the chances they took and the ones they didn't, they slowly fade from sight until all she can see is him. Him and the burning of his eyes and the quiet intensity in his voice. Elena's eyes fall shut, leaning into his hand once it slips over her face. She leans effortlessly into its warmth because it's all she knows to do; would never think of doing anything else.
She steps closer, bridging the very last gap that had remained between them. She exhales softly, slowly, lifting her hand. Her fingers curl around his wrist lightly, a quiet but decisive movement.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, after she has let that truth sit between them, growing stronger in the silence. He looks better than when she saw him last, and much better than when she found him on the lower deck.
But she still has to ask.