[ it's his back. that takes all the stubbornness out of her sails and she blindly catches his hand as his fingers leave her cheek, eyes opening a moment later. she doesn't ask for help up, but she keeps hold of his hand as she swings herself up to sit, shoving to her knees so she can slide off the couch. ]
's cheating. [ she'll let go of his hand to flounce to bed now, crawling in and taking the side that is usually his. she will give in to his back always, concern overwhelming most other emotions at whatever time. it's a rubbish weakness, but at least it's specific to him.
no one else is going to sway her with their injuries. ]
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's cheating. [ she'll let go of his hand to flounce to bed now, crawling in and taking the side that is usually his. she will give in to his back always, concern overwhelming most other emotions at whatever time. it's a rubbish weakness, but at least it's specific to him.
no one else is going to sway her with their injuries. ]