[She doesn't know what she expected, really, but at least the silence is easy to take, at least he's still holding her even if there's part of her that wants him to say something. It's like waiting on the edge of a brink, scared of what way this might go, that he might pull away or move closer, but eventually the panic eases away.
He's holding her, he loves her and she loves him and it hurts, but that's just the way things are.
With a slow exhale, the tension eases from Steph's shoulders, and she rests more of her weight against Saul, still holding on but not clinging quite so tightly. She's not quite at ease, but she's more calm than she was when she walked into the room.
Nothing's going to be okay, she's never going to stop being exhausted, she's never going to stop hating herself, but she just wants to stop fighting it. This is just how things are; she needs to accept it and move on.
She has no idea how long they stand there, it could be ten seconds or a whole damn hour, but eventually she speaks up.]
Can I have a drink?
[She doesn't want to start relying on alcohol as a coping mechanism, but she just needs something right now, after the last week.]
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He's holding her, he loves her and she loves him and it hurts, but that's just the way things are.
With a slow exhale, the tension eases from Steph's shoulders, and she rests more of her weight against Saul, still holding on but not clinging quite so tightly. She's not quite at ease, but she's more calm than she was when she walked into the room.
Nothing's going to be okay, she's never going to stop being exhausted, she's never going to stop hating herself, but she just wants to stop fighting it. This is just how things are; she needs to accept it and move on.
She has no idea how long they stand there, it could be ten seconds or a whole damn hour, but eventually she speaks up.]
Can I have a drink?
[She doesn't want to start relying on alcohol as a coping mechanism, but she just needs something right now, after the last week.]