[ The hand on her shoulder was a start to find where her boundaries lay. She may be fine with him crashing on her couch and they may have had sex, but neither things automatically meant she'd want him to try and console her now.
Bolstered by her receptivity to the embrace, he lifts a hand to the back of her head and strokes it in what's meant to be a soothing manner.
He takes in a sharp breath when her nails dig into his arm, the points felt through his sweater. He holds her a little tighter, hand moving to her shoulder blade. ]
I'm sorry, Reilanin. I'm sorry. I know. It's not supposed to be like this. It's not fair.
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Bolstered by her receptivity to the embrace, he lifts a hand to the back of her head and strokes it in what's meant to be a soothing manner.
He takes in a sharp breath when her nails dig into his arm, the points felt through his sweater. He holds her a little tighter, hand moving to her shoulder blade. ]
I'm sorry, Reilanin. I'm sorry. I know. It's not supposed to be like this. It's not fair.