It's only when he takes her hands that she stops bracing for the next branch of the argument, stops expecting more frustration. She knows she screwed up, she knows she's made the kind of mess she's been trying so hard to stop other people from making, in some ways it's only what she's earned, but...
The relief in her when the atmosphere changes is palpable. She pulls herself together a bit, taking a deep breath in and releasing it. Christ, she really, really hopes her face doesn't give away how her heart skips just at him holding her hands again, like some nervous schoolgirl.
"...okay. Promise," she says, and she does mean it. Her idea of 'too bad' might not be Sam's, but if something drastic happens, if Aster does something that makes this not worth it, then she'll consider it. "...sorry."
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It's only when he takes her hands that she stops bracing for the next branch of the argument, stops expecting more frustration. She knows she screwed up, she knows she's made the kind of mess she's been trying so hard to stop other people from making, in some ways it's only what she's earned, but...
The relief in her when the atmosphere changes is palpable. She pulls herself together a bit, taking a deep breath in and releasing it. Christ, she really, really hopes her face doesn't give away how her heart skips just at him holding her hands again, like some nervous schoolgirl.
"...okay. Promise," she says, and she does mean it. Her idea of 'too bad' might not be Sam's, but if something drastic happens, if Aster does something that makes this not worth it, then she'll consider it. "...sorry."