For a moment, she doesn't move. Doesn't respond, doesn't do much of anything as the weight of the situation settles over her. She's always considered herself a realist. Some people would call her cynical, in fact, but now and then, she was able to push herself to have hope. This would be one of those times, after some grieving had been done. Sheer force of will and determination would see to that, but right now...
Right now, she just missed her son. Right now, she wanted to be comforted.
She grimaces, looking to him as she blindly lifts her own hand to rest it over his on her shoulder. It's more physical affection than she's shown anyone in a long time.
She doesn't want to think about what it means. She doesn't think about how he might take it, how it it might effect things afterwards. All she can think about is the fact that she wants to forget, just for a moment, how awful she feels -- and so she leans in for a kiss without preamble, without any framing it as a reward or anything at all other than the act itself.
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Right now, she just missed her son. Right now, she wanted to be comforted.
She grimaces, looking to him as she blindly lifts her own hand to rest it over his on her shoulder. It's more physical affection than she's shown anyone in a long time.
She doesn't want to think about what it means. She doesn't think about how he might take it, how it it might effect things afterwards. All she can think about is the fact that she wants to forget, just for a moment, how awful she feels -- and so she leans in for a kiss without preamble, without any framing it as a reward or anything at all other than the act itself.
For now, she can just let it be what it is.