[She brings a hand up to run her fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp and neck with the pads of her fingers. It's calming, and she knows this is a moment of vulnerability basically no one else would be allowed to see, and it warms her, to know that he still feels comfortable enough with her to do it.]
I know. But I don't need an apology. It wasn't us.
[She wants to forget too, though, and honestly wants to just curl up with him, or have the sort of sweet, lighthearted sex they'd had once he was well enough in the hospital and on the beaches they'd visited before going to Venice. She doesn't want to think about what happened, or talk about it, or watch him hate himself for something he couldn't have done anything about.]
Let me help you out of these. [Your clothes still smell like the bar. :v]
Spam
I know. But I don't need an apology. It wasn't us.
[She wants to forget too, though, and honestly wants to just curl up with him, or have the sort of sweet, lighthearted sex they'd had once he was well enough in the hospital and on the beaches they'd visited before going to Venice. She doesn't want to think about what happened, or talk about it, or watch him hate himself for something he couldn't have done anything about.]
Let me help you out of these. [Your clothes still smell like the bar. :v]