"It was more than a scratch when I came in," she scolds him softly for being so dismissive. She'd taken the sponge-mop and cleaned up some of the blood, in fact, before going down for that cup of tea. "Don't tell me that was a scratch, or that it didn't hurt." She drummed her heels a little against the desk drawers, mostly for emphasis.
"Rhys is off at the pub with a mate. It's fine." Her thumb traced the line of his cheekbone. "It's okay." It's okay to feel shitty. It's okay to crave a little human contact. It's okay to be vulnerable. Her voice contained multitudes.
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Date: 2009-07-24 09:29 am (UTC)"Rhys is off at the pub with a mate. It's fine." Her thumb traced the line of his cheekbone. "It's okay." It's okay to feel shitty. It's okay to crave a little human contact. It's okay to be vulnerable. Her voice contained multitudes.