[It was something they both had to get used to again, being months and even years younger than what they really are. As if none of what happened at the Tower occurred. Yet they knew better.
So when she sits down, curls into him and rests her head in the crook of his neck beneath his chin, his arms wrap around her petite frame and holds her close. Resting his head on hers as one hand rubs up and down her back affectionately. Reminding her silently that she is safe. That the Organization can't reach her here, in his arms.
If she does fall asleep, he'll carry her back into his bedroom and let her use his futon. He can always use the spare one, if she'd let go of him if he tries.]
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So when she sits down, curls into him and rests her head in the crook of his neck beneath his chin, his arms wrap around her petite frame and holds her close. Resting his head on hers as one hand rubs up and down her back affectionately. Reminding her silently that she is safe. That the Organization can't reach her here, in his arms.
If she does fall asleep, he'll carry her back into his bedroom and let her use his futon. He can always use the spare one, if she'd let go of him if he tries.]