[ The corner of his mouth twitches up a little, just the barest shadow of a smile. Part of him still doesn't want to get his hopes up, part of him wants to remind him where hoping got him, last time, and—
It'll pay to be cautious, he thinks. He's already carrying one hell of a burden, but maybe he's allowed just one little ray of sunshine.
At last, he reaches out, too, hand resting tentatively over hers. The touch is light, uncertain, like he expects either of them might need to pull away.
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It'll pay to be cautious, he thinks. He's already carrying one hell of a burden, but maybe he's allowed just one little ray of sunshine.
At last, he reaches out, too, hand resting tentatively over hers. The touch is light, uncertain, like he expects either of them might need to pull away.
Quietly, ]
We'll work on it, then.