[Even if a response is expected, he's still caught off guard by the sound of her voice and th words that come out. It makes it easier for her to escape his hold and he can only watch as the distance once again forms between them.
He's about to step to her again, but then she's returning to him. Yet the words haunt him, striking unwanted thoughts and reminders. Their "mountains." Their "doors." The inevitables that seem worse than death and what made them hesitant to begin with. So when he holds her, when he feels her hand on him, on the scales, his expression is a little pensive. That yearning conflicting with that fear.
How strange that he had taken the part of the "dreamer."
How he wants to seal her mouth with his so she doesn't continue...but he can only wait.]
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He's about to step to her again, but then she's returning to him. Yet the words haunt him, striking unwanted thoughts and reminders. Their "mountains." Their "doors." The inevitables that seem worse than death and what made them hesitant to begin with. So when he holds her, when he feels her hand on him, on the scales, his expression is a little pensive. That yearning conflicting with that fear.
How strange that he had taken the part of the "dreamer."
How he wants to seal her mouth with his so she doesn't continue...but he can only wait.]