[he finds he's held his breath again without realizing, having to let it out in a puff before he moves to sit up on his knees. that's as far as he'll let himself go, because as much worry is pulling him back toward her, there's just as much apprehension pushing him back and keeping him at bay.
she's hurt and confused and uneasy, all manner of things he wishes she weren't.]
Don't-- [don't apologize! but also...don't strain. don't be scared. how does he help? there has to be more.
he makes a faint, pained sound through his nose before he climbs to his feet and moves over, picking up the glass of water left on the nightstand. he holds it out for her.]
It's safe here. So. You can rest. No one will bother you.
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she's hurt and confused and uneasy, all manner of things he wishes she weren't.]
Don't-- [don't apologize! but also...don't strain. don't be scared. how does he help? there has to be more.
he makes a faint, pained sound through his nose before he climbs to his feet and moves over, picking up the glass of water left on the nightstand. he holds it out for her.]
It's safe here. So. You can rest. No one will bother you.