The pressure of her hand against him lessened, easing up to match his on her shoulder before she leaned in, allowing herself to draw in. Perhaps it was improper, she wasn't sure, but seeing him with this kind of pain made her heartache in a different kind of way. She had meant well, and hoped he could feel as such in his chest. She really believed the things she said, and hoped at some point he would see himself the way she did. The way she knew Zelly would, as the others could were they able to look past themselves for a moment.
Drawing in it was like a brush of cool air followed by warmth, the light press of her against him, arms tugging tight, circling him with ease in the offering of a hug. It had been what her mother did whenever she had lost her composure as a child, what she had done for Zelly and what she felt perhaps Gareth needed. Part of her was beginning to understand that this was not something he had in his life, and what she did not know what that was like, she would do her best to show him he deserved such warmth as much as any other person.
She wouldn't tell him this, of course, she wasn't that foolish, but in her mind, it was already decided.
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The pressure of her hand against him lessened, easing up to match his on her shoulder before she leaned in, allowing herself to draw in. Perhaps it was improper, she wasn't sure, but seeing him with this kind of pain made her heartache in a different kind of way. She had meant well, and hoped he could feel as such in his chest. She really believed the things she said, and hoped at some point he would see himself the way she did. The way she knew Zelly would, as the others could were they able to look past themselves for a moment.
Drawing in it was like a brush of cool air followed by warmth, the light press of her against him, arms tugging tight, circling him with ease in the offering of a hug. It had been what her mother did whenever she had lost her composure as a child, what she had done for Zelly and what she felt perhaps Gareth needed. Part of her was beginning to understand that this was not something he had in his life, and what she did not know what that was like, she would do her best to show him he deserved such warmth as much as any other person.
She wouldn't tell him this, of course, she wasn't that foolish, but in her mind, it was already decided.
"I'm sure they will love your stories."