Clove buries her head further into his neck and wraps her arms around him, forgetting for a moment about the compress to his stomach. She holds onto his shoulder and behind his head, trembling twice as much as a fresh wave of tears fall against the skin just above his collar.
She has to cry. Because it's a relief, and she hates that it's a relief. He shouldn't be frightened, but if he is... If he is, then he can't hate her for it. He can't be too disappointed in her, think she's gotten too weak. Wonder if she's always been too weak.
If he's scared... maybe that's okay. Maybe she really is allowed to be, too.]
action:
a sob.
Clove buries her head further into his neck and wraps her arms around him, forgetting for a moment about the compress to his stomach. She holds onto his shoulder and behind his head, trembling twice as much as a fresh wave of tears fall against the skin just above his collar.
She has to cry. Because it's a relief, and she hates that it's a relief. He shouldn't be frightened, but if he is... If he is, then he can't hate her for it. He can't be too disappointed in her, think she's gotten too weak. Wonder if she's always been too weak.
If he's scared... maybe that's okay. Maybe she really is allowed to be, too.]