It didn't escape her notice that what Hickey stole first was her tongue. Hickey isn't the first person to want her to just shut up. Even men she loves have physically smothered her words at one point or another. Hickey isn't even the first person on the ship to physically make her quiet. And maybe it doesn't matter; everything of note that she had to say has blurred together and leaked out of her this week.
But Sweeney is sitting here offering an ear, and she promised herself she would try to trust him. She can't let the flood change her ability to trust him.
She reaches over and strokes his face just at the hairline, just a whisper of her fingertips.
She keeps her head turned to him even when her eyes close. Three, four times she jerks awake and looks around--at him, at Godric, back to him--and then she settles again.
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But Sweeney is sitting here offering an ear, and she promised herself she would try to trust him. She can't let the flood change her ability to trust him.
She reaches over and strokes his face just at the hairline, just a whisper of her fingertips.
Stay til i fall asleep pls?
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"Course I will, Trouble." The touch of a playful smile hints in his lips. "Keep askin' the easy favors, an' I'll just keep havin' ta to them."
He gently takes her hand and lowers it enough to press it to his chest before encouraging it down to hers.
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