[ A little tentatively, she brushes his mind, just checking in, looking for permission. If something is wrong, she's not sure she'll be able to fix it right now, but she wants to at least know. When he gives her his hand she holds onto it firmly, because the adrenaline's all seeped out and the oh-god-I-could-have-not-made-it is kicking in and she doesn't want to be alone right now, or still, or - she takes a deep breath and lets it out, winces. She doesn't want to be pushed back into memories she doesn't want, mostly, and his hand is a solid anchor in the nowness of things. She watches him watching her, face settling into calm neutrality, a mask for now because the way she's feeling she doesn't want to let on her face. ]
I don't scare that easy. [ false bravado in every sense of the word. ] But I'll avoid it. In the future.
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I don't scare that easy. [ false bravado in every sense of the word. ] But I'll avoid it. In the future.