[ she nods, the hand at the back of her neck like an anchor. like always. her mind wants to rush at high speed -- what happens if it doesn't work? what happens if it isn't okay? but then there's that contact and it steadies her again. slows her down.
like always really. when isn't she relying on him, in ways she didn't even realise?
...
"I'm really, sincerely, deeply in love with you."
... ]
No pressure.
[ maybe a little, but ... less than she would have thought. her thumb keeps brushing against hansa's cheek, just as soothing for her as it seems to be for him. ]
... I saw what this weekend could've done to you. I don't want that to happen again.
So... [ it's a sincere request. one that clearly meant a lot to hansa, from the nerves he had and the weight when he asked her. ]
no subject
like always really. when isn't she relying on him, in ways she didn't even realise?
...
"I'm really, sincerely, deeply in love with you."
... ]
No pressure.
[ maybe a little, but ... less than she would have thought. her thumb keeps brushing against hansa's cheek, just as soothing for her as it seems to be for him. ]
... I saw what this weekend could've done to you. I don't want that to happen again.
So... [ it's a sincere request. one that clearly meant a lot to hansa, from the nerves he had and the weight when he asked her. ]
I'll take this seriously.