[ She shakes her head into the kiss. For as mad as she might feel, she's hardly about to really lay into him right now. The chance of that happening was eliminated the moment she actually saw him lying in the bed, the moment she saw the pain in his eyes and the way he staggered and moved to try and reach her. In her heart, she knows this wasn't a deliberate choice, knows it was a mistake, an attempt to do the right thing that failed.
That doesn't mean she's not angry. But it at least keeps the anger stayed, held at bay until a more appropriate time for its release. ]
Just tell me... [ It's murmured against his lips, which taste by now of the salt from their shared tears. ] Tell me you were careful.
[ A confirmation. That's all she needs for now: a promise that confirms that which she already knows deep down, that he did what he could to take care of himself, that he wasn't careless. For now, it's enough; with that promise, she can lose herself in their kiss and let him take all the healing comfort he needs, until he can move around again without risking blowing open wounds that are still too fresh.
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That doesn't mean she's not angry. But it at least keeps the anger stayed, held at bay until a more appropriate time for its release. ]
Just tell me... [ It's murmured against his lips, which taste by now of the salt from their shared tears. ] Tell me you were careful.
[ A confirmation. That's all she needs for now: a promise that confirms that which she already knows deep down, that he did what he could to take care of himself, that he wasn't careless. For now, it's enough; with that promise, she can lose herself in their kiss and let him take all the healing comfort he needs, until he can move around again without risking blowing open wounds that are still too fresh.
The rest can come later, once he's healed. ]