[Her eyes close, and she leans further into his touch, head tipping so that she can brush her lips over the inside of his hand, leaving a trail of heat behind.]
You aren't the only one.
[She isn't sure why she feels so compelled to say so... Perhaps she can blame it all on the fact that he had been so pensive earlier, the stark difference from what she's become so accustomed to the reason for her heart wanting to spill itself for him in this quiet moment before it's over and they return to their usual selves.
Wanting to see to it that he no longer bears that weight alone on his shoulders, and that it is because of her alone that he doesn't.
To be wanted and needed again.]
You have given me far too many gifts. I don't know what to do with them all...
[And she doesn't mean the jewelry, the box, the mirror that he snuck into her bag, or the rest of the material things he has given her.]
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You aren't the only one.
[She isn't sure why she feels so compelled to say so... Perhaps she can blame it all on the fact that he had been so pensive earlier, the stark difference from what she's become so accustomed to the reason for her heart wanting to spill itself for him in this quiet moment before it's over and they return to their usual selves.
Wanting to see to it that he no longer bears that weight alone on his shoulders, and that it is because of her alone that he doesn't.
To be wanted and needed again.]
You have given me far too many gifts. I don't know what to do with them all...
[And she doesn't mean the jewelry, the box, the mirror that he snuck into her bag, or the rest of the material things he has given her.]