And it was okay. He needed this. It needed to happen and then be over.
He wrapped his arms around her, buried his face at her neck, and let himself cry. It wasn't the wracking sobs that sometimes came after the nightmares this time, just a gentle plip plop from his eyes. He had cried a lot already. There was still a wellspring of tears locked in there, whole stagnant tanks that needed to be drained out. But the water pressure had gone down over time, thanks to the fact he'd been letting himself let them out as he went.
"I love you, too," he whispered back. "I love you so much."
So much that his reward for being "good" had been making her those little gifts. That was what had kept him sane at times, kept the despair from consuming him. It was such a tiny thing to cling to, leaving her gifts so she'd know he loved her, even if he wound up dying before he was ever free, but it had meant something.
Loving her had kept him sane. As sane as he could be anyway.
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And it was okay. He needed this. It needed to happen and then be over.
He wrapped his arms around her, buried his face at her neck, and let himself cry. It wasn't the wracking sobs that sometimes came after the nightmares this time, just a gentle plip plop from his eyes. He had cried a lot already. There was still a wellspring of tears locked in there, whole stagnant tanks that needed to be drained out. But the water pressure had gone down over time, thanks to the fact he'd been letting himself let them out as he went.
"I love you, too," he whispered back. "I love you so much."
So much that his reward for being "good" had been making her those little gifts. That was what had kept him sane at times, kept the despair from consuming him. It was such a tiny thing to cling to, leaving her gifts so she'd know he loved her, even if he wound up dying before he was ever free, but it had meant something.
Loving her had kept him sane. As sane as he could be anyway.