[The fact that she understands makes him think that, maybe - in the future - but he doesn't want to think on that, doesn't want to think beyond the way she feels in his arms. He doesn't want to think about how she broke his heart, doesn't want to think about the way she's been worming her way back in. He can't handle that yet, not now. But he can run his hands up her back and down again. He can lean back in his chair to smile softly up at her.]
You're welcome. [The smile fades as he kneads at her back, silent for a moment.] I'm glad I didn't. [Because he'd wanted to do it to hurt her, in the beginning. Now, well. That's the last thing he wants to do to her.]
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You're welcome. [The smile fades as he kneads at her back, silent for a moment.] I'm glad I didn't. [Because he'd wanted to do it to hurt her, in the beginning. Now, well. That's the last thing he wants to do to her.]