[ Self-deprecation and self-destruction are old friends. They go hand in hand with loneliness and guilt. They're easier than gentle things. Soft things. He doesn't know what to do with things like that. He never has.
He looks up sharply when she says that, expression softening. Throat closing. ]
That, uh---that means a lot, sweetheart.
[ Her smile fades but he knew what she'd say. ]
Never said you should. We could make it work. Might be a little crowded is all. Proper sleepover.
[ An attempt at levity that he doesn't really feel. ]
I don't think he would either. You're safest there. Don't think I'm getting much of anywhere without a guard dog all my own myself.
[ He takes her hands then to squeeze gently. ]
Not a fighter? Silliest thing I've heard out of you. One of the best I know. Isn't all about magic or muscles. It's about heart. You've got more than plenty.
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He looks up sharply when she says that, expression softening. Throat closing. ]
That, uh---that means a lot, sweetheart.
[ Her smile fades but he knew what she'd say. ]
Never said you should. We could make it work. Might be a little crowded is all. Proper sleepover.
[ An attempt at levity that he doesn't really feel. ]
I don't think he would either. You're safest there. Don't think I'm getting much of anywhere without a guard dog all my own myself.
[ He takes her hands then to squeeze gently. ]
Not a fighter? Silliest thing I've heard out of you. One of the best I know. Isn't all about magic or muscles. It's about heart. You've got more than plenty.