He sighs, pleased. "I can live with that," he mutters against her lips. Responsibilities? What responsibilities? He'll feel bad about thinking it later, but not that bad, not the way he would have excoriated himself months ago. He's giving in, as much as anything, to the idea that he needs moments like this one; that letting in a little happiness, a little healing, isn't a betrayal.
The fact that he can do this at all -- that he can deal with her touching his scars, that he can believe she wants him despite them -- that, in and of itself, is a sign of healing. He catches her hand as he rolls over onto his back and pulls her on top of him, pressing a fiercely grateful kiss to her thumb, then her palm.
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Date: 2017-01-10 03:56 pm (UTC)The fact that he can do this at all -- that he can deal with her touching his scars, that he can believe she wants him despite them -- that, in and of itself, is a sign of healing. He catches her hand as he rolls over onto his back and pulls her on top of him, pressing a fiercely grateful kiss to her thumb, then her palm.