[ she doesn't see his shame, or she doesn't care -- it doesn't matter -- relief comes down on her so strong she nearly wants to heave, she nearly buckles under it. everything is so wrong right now, and there are lies buried in truth buried in more lies that she hasn't begun to untangle yet, and she still hates herself, now more than ever, for hitting him like that -- but this, this is one thing, at least, is right. this is a comfort she can have.
she can hardly help herself. she lets out a choked noise and closes the distance between them in a single long stride, throwing her arms around him and pressing her face into his shoulder. she's shaking all over. her voice only comes out in a breathy whisper. ]
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she can hardly help herself. she lets out a choked noise and closes the distance between them in a single long stride, throwing her arms around him and pressing her face into his shoulder. she's shaking all over. her voice only comes out in a breathy whisper. ]
That's real enough for me.