[ And there it is, there's the sharing she was hoping for, the willingness to show her at least something, anything. She's careful about her slow acceptance of what he's showing her, delicate in how she goes about looking at the memories he's offering up, reassurance and warmth in the touch of her mind against his. She wants to look at them, but more importantly she wants him to know that she's not judging, that she's just looking to understand. She brings her head up again so that she can look him in the eyes, watching steadily, her expression softened. There's no need to say anything right now.
Her hand's grip firms, still too light to be truly satisfying but enough for now, her stroke purposely very slow and even. She wants to make all those taut muscles twitch, wants to drag it out so she can watch all his reactions bit by slow bit. ]
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Her hand's grip firms, still too light to be truly satisfying but enough for now, her stroke purposely very slow and even. She wants to make all those taut muscles twitch, wants to drag it out so she can watch all his reactions bit by slow bit. ]