[He nods, at all of that--a list that he feels squeezed out against his skin, brief little pressures of her hand. It's a little amazing how quickly that's come to be something real to him--nothing random, but everything with meaning. Then again, he's always been capable of learning quickly, with proper incentive.]
You don't have to.
[Quiet. He twists to press a kiss somewhere toward the top of her head, a little near to her forehead. Quiet in that, too.]
All of that sounds brilliant. But you don't have to. I know.
[He smiles at that, just a little, and ducks to press another kiss to the top of her head once more.]
Then, yeah. As long as it's not for any real reason. Just because.
[He shifts one hand up, a quick push through her hair, a light little pressure at the back of her head--his thumb, rubbing gently at her scalp, at the edge of her hairline. Gentle, soothing--unconsciously a little the way you'd soothe a dog. Not that he thinks of her as a dog, obviously, just because that's the kind of affection he knows pretty well.]
She holds onto his hand and soon her breathing becomes a bit more measured, longer, and finally she's asleep, curled up against him. Please don't go anywhere, Sirius.]
[But he isn't going anywhere. Even once she's asleep, he stays, where normally he might think of slipping away. Not this time. Something makes him linger, listening to the sound of her breathing.
There's something weird about this, that he can't place. Not a misgiving. He tries to shut his eyes and match his breath to hers, to fall asleep, too, but for once, it takes him longer.]
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You don't have to.
[Quiet. He twists to press a kiss somewhere toward the top of her head, a little near to her forehead. Quiet in that, too.]
All of that sounds brilliant. But you don't have to. I know.
[That she means it. That she loves him.]
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She's so afraid, and he can't fix it, no one can fix it. Castiel abandoned her, Lucifer-
Well.
So she just curls up against him, her hands still moving.]
It's not for any reason. Just because. When things get better.
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Then, yeah. As long as it's not for any real reason. Just because.
[He shifts one hand up, a quick push through her hair, a light little pressure at the back of her head--his thumb, rubbing gently at her scalp, at the edge of her hairline. Gentle, soothing--unconsciously a little the way you'd soothe a dog. Not that he thinks of her as a dog, obviously, just because that's the kind of affection he knows pretty well.]
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She holds onto his hand and soon her breathing becomes a bit more measured, longer, and finally she's asleep, curled up against him. Please don't go anywhere, Sirius.]
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There's something weird about this, that he can't place. Not a misgiving. He tries to shut his eyes and match his breath to hers, to fall asleep, too, but for once, it takes him longer.]