[ She's so tired. It would be so easy to just give in and let York tell her everything will be okay, to take that small bit of comfort. Instead she focuses on the hands holding hers, the solidity of his presence. There's still this, there's still York and it only takes a moment of weakness before she lets herself lean forward enough to rest her forehead on her shoulder.
She hasn't allowed herself to do this, kept herself away because there was that constant quiet voice warning her from hurting him again. Selfish. ]
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She hasn't allowed herself to do this, kept herself away because there was that constant quiet voice warning her from hurting him again. Selfish. ]
I'm sorry. I... I won't stay like this long.