[I am not a hero, he had said, but he fails to realize that he's her hero. That brave heart he sees is more fragile than she ever wants to let on, years of lies and loneliness breaking her down beyond the tough face. But he provides support and a strengthened friendship that gives her renewed confidence, believing for once that she could have more than what she's permitted herself. If she's reading books, if she's opening herself to stories, if she's allowing herself to laugh more openly — he gets credit for giving rise to that.
Though she's still not capable of admitting as such, not out loud, but she does leave a lingering kiss over his lips, possibly exposing herself more than words could do in any case.
Warming a cheek with a palm, fingers curling loose strands, she snickers under her breath.] You? Selfish? That's new.
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Though she's still not capable of admitting as such, not out loud, but she does leave a lingering kiss over his lips, possibly exposing herself more than words could do in any case.
Warming a cheek with a palm, fingers curling loose strands, she snickers under her breath.] You? Selfish? That's new.