[She moves slightly around him, out of the corner of his eye, gaze locking with his. She wants him to tell her. She wants him to feel like he can, like even if he puts it all to words, it's not going to change anything.]
Tell me. [Her gaze is imploring; she won't beg, but she will ask.] Start at the beginning. Paint while you talk if that helps.
[Her lips press together, her throat feels dry. She worries that he's just going to refuse, to push her away again, and she wasn't lying when she said she couldn't live like that. She's put herself in plenty of vulnerable positions; she needed him to be willing to do the same.]
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[She moves slightly around him, out of the corner of his eye, gaze locking with his. She wants him to tell her. She wants him to feel like he can, like even if he puts it all to words, it's not going to change anything.]
Tell me. [Her gaze is imploring; she won't beg, but she will ask.] Start at the beginning. Paint while you talk if that helps.
[Her lips press together, her throat feels dry. She worries that he's just going to refuse, to push her away again, and she wasn't lying when she said she couldn't live like that. She's put herself in plenty of vulnerable positions; she needed him to be willing to do the same.]
I know I can't fix anything, but I can listen.