[The moment he's convinced, Nill quietly lets out the breath she'd been holding. The fog behind his gaze dissipates, and Heine is standing before her with that look on his face, the one that lets her know he'll be alright for now, even if it had been hard for him to get there. Her smaller hand curls around his, and just that small hope made by the connection of their fingers is enough for her to feel safe.
Nill shakes her head, a small, almost sad smile on her lips. He doesn't have to say it; she already knows, and he's already forgiven. So many questions are on the tip of her tongue, trapped by her imposed silence, but she brushes them away for now. Now that they've found each other, there will be time. There has to be time.
The blonde takes one step closer so they aren't reaching out for one another so far, and also because she feels better for the slight decrease in proximity. This place is still new, daunting, and (if she's honest with herself) terrifying. She doesn't want to be alone. It strikes her right between her ribs that Heine probably has been, and while he's always gravitated to that kind of life anyway, she knows it's a hard road to tread.
She looks down at the fragile promise of their fingers, and something in her heart lifts. It will be okay now. It has to be.]
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Nill shakes her head, a small, almost sad smile on her lips. He doesn't have to say it; she already knows, and he's already forgiven. So many questions are on the tip of her tongue, trapped by her imposed silence, but she brushes them away for now. Now that they've found each other, there will be time. There has to be time.
The blonde takes one step closer so they aren't reaching out for one another so far, and also because she feels better for the slight decrease in proximity. This place is still new, daunting, and (if she's honest with herself) terrifying. She doesn't want to be alone. It strikes her right between her ribs that Heine probably has been, and while he's always gravitated to that kind of life anyway, she knows it's a hard road to tread.
She looks down at the fragile promise of their fingers, and something in her heart lifts. It will be okay now. It has to be.]