[ He knows he should ask. Knows that the intensity of earlier bodes towards change, but... he's afraid of whatever it is, whatever it means, and tired due to the overall lack of sleep, and fairly comfortable in this moment. Part of him simply doesn't want to know.
The rest of him knows she will tell him when she's ready.
I have to go home, however, was not even on the list of suspects. Loki's arms tighten around her without him even thinking directly about it. He draws a breath for a question, and immediately discards it. If she knew how long, she'd tell him. ]
[ There are so many different things he could have said. Whens and for how longs, other queries or protests that would have let her stay carefully within her own lines, speaking bare facts for a little longer.
But instead he holds her tighter with his body, and with his mouth he lets her go. And this, this preciselyβ¦
Whatever the universe, Lokiβs hand has always been the shape of Alexandrieβs heart. And so instead of turning nimbly, numbly inwards, her shoulders tremble in that way that means she has begun to cry. ]
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The rest of him knows she will tell him when she's ready.
I have to go home, however, was not even on the list of suspects. Loki's arms tighten around her without him even thinking directly about it. He draws a breath for a question, and immediately discards it. If she knew how long, she'd tell him. ]
Will you write? [ Is what he asks instead. ]
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But instead he holds her tighter with his body, and with his mouth he lets her go. And this, this preciselyβ¦
Whatever the universe, Lokiβs hand has always been the shape of Alexandrieβs heart. And so instead of turning nimbly, numbly inwards, her shoulders tremble in that way that means she has begun to cry. ]
Every day.
[ She says, and means keep holding. ]