[ despite it being his room, it's her that does the leading, with her small fingers bearing a capable strength of their own, his own willingness allowing himself to easily be tugged along through the halls at her gesturing command.
for a man who's so vocal about wanting to be on his own, he dreads the loneliness as much as anyone, haunted by every lasting silence, every cold moment in an empty room, like he doesn't belong, like he should have disappeared in the ash with everyone else all those years ago. but clara has a way with not only giving him some much desired company, but in making him feel like more than just a ghost from some desolate past, welcomed by the tight hold of her fingers and the wide spark of her eyes.
when she turns and smiles at him, he can't help the uptick of his own lips, bearing a small smile of his own, hesitant if only because he knows he shouldn't be chasing it.
luckily, she's as quick to steer with a joke just as well as he can, coaxing him to scoff with a chuckle. ]
Oh, yeah? Didn't realize you were the audience type. We'll sell tickets next time. [ wit remains a reliable safety net. ]
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for a man who's so vocal about wanting to be on his own, he dreads the loneliness as much as anyone, haunted by every lasting silence, every cold moment in an empty room, like he doesn't belong, like he should have disappeared in the ash with everyone else all those years ago. but clara has a way with not only giving him some much desired company, but in making him feel like more than just a ghost from some desolate past, welcomed by the tight hold of her fingers and the wide spark of her eyes.
when she turns and smiles at him, he can't help the uptick of his own lips, bearing a small smile of his own, hesitant if only because he knows he shouldn't be chasing it.
luckily, she's as quick to steer with a joke just as well as he can, coaxing him to scoff with a chuckle. ]
Oh, yeah? Didn't realize you were the audience type. We'll sell tickets next time. [ wit remains a reliable safety net. ]