[ He freezes. How can he not? His hips still and he watches her, breathing heavily through the effort of it, a little furrow appearing between his brows at the foreign words to his ears, unused to being exposed to languages that aren't understood by Allspeak.
He wants to know what she's said. What he's done. Clearly, he was not as prepared for her to break as he thought, because his heart is in his throat and he can't swallow past it. She has every right to throw him out, he realizes; she'd only asked him for the one thing.
It's her voice at the end of that has him closing his eyes, stroking her hair. He won't move again otherwise. ]
I'm not going anywhere, [ he tells her, trying to keep his voice soothing, lips near the shell of her ear. ]Mitt hjerte i brann, hmm? I'm afraid you're stuck with me.
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He wants to know what she's said. What he's done. Clearly, he was not as prepared for her to break as he thought, because his heart is in his throat and he can't swallow past it. She has every right to throw him out, he realizes; she'd only asked him for the one thing.
It's her voice at the end of that has him closing his eyes, stroking her hair. He won't move again otherwise. ]
I'm not going anywhere, [ he tells her, trying to keep his voice soothing, lips near the shell of her ear. ] Mitt hjerte i brann, hmm? I'm afraid you're stuck with me.