I know. [It had been one of the reasons she'd locked the door, why she'd effectively told him it was alright, it wasn't his fault, not to save her.
She reaches out to stroke his hair gently, expression fond and at the same time desperately sad.]
I do love you, you know. [She hadn't let herself say it before, when she'd known it couldn't last, when all it would do was make the damage worse. But, well. She meant it. More than anything.]
[Spam]
She reaches out to stroke his hair gently, expression fond and at the same time desperately sad.]
I do love you, you know. [She hadn't let herself say it before, when she'd known it couldn't last, when all it would do was make the damage worse. But, well. She meant it. More than anything.]