[He hates that she didn't come here for herself. He hates that her deal wasn't for her, that she could see Slade graduate and still not be able to draw a breath in the real world. His hand closes tightly on hers, and Christ, he wishes she was selfish, he wishes she'd think more of her own bloody self.
And maybe that's him being selfish, that's him being unwilling to go back to a world where she's dead when he knows he doesn't have to. James turns his hand to hold hers tightly, listening in silence, eyes locked on her face. He couldn't look away if he tried.
When she holds his face, he reaches up, holding lightly to her wrist and looking for the right words. He knows the right words, knows he should smile and repeat what he said on the beach, I think maybe that's why I love you, but when he tries to draw breath for it he can't. He can't yet.
So instead, he pulls her carefully into his lap, arms circling around her waist, and he kisses her carefully, gently, because this is just another wait to give the same answer.]
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And maybe that's him being selfish, that's him being unwilling to go back to a world where she's dead when he knows he doesn't have to. James turns his hand to hold hers tightly, listening in silence, eyes locked on her face. He couldn't look away if he tried.
When she holds his face, he reaches up, holding lightly to her wrist and looking for the right words. He knows the right words, knows he should smile and repeat what he said on the beach, I think maybe that's why I love you, but when he tries to draw breath for it he can't. He can't yet.
So instead, he pulls her carefully into his lap, arms circling around her waist, and he kisses her carefully, gently, because this is just another wait to give the same answer.]