( Clarice wonders if she'll ever stop being surprised by how gentle he is. Here was a man who had fought wars most of his life, who looked like he did, and yet he was the kindest, most careful person she'd ever met. She liked that about him, she liked that he didn't let the world around him define who he wanted to be.
He felt like the kind of person who could become a home.
She doesn't say that though, instead she smiles when he speaks, turning her head to press her lips to the shape of his palm. ) You're kind of easy on the eyes too. ( Sadly, she can't help herself. Her actions speak better anyway. Clarice's hand curves around his side, against the bare skin and she shifts closer, nudges her nose against his, just touching him, enjoying the closeness. ) Will you stay here tonight?
( Not for anything but this. She doesn't want to rush this. It wouldn't be fair. But now he's here she doesn't want him to leave again. )
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He felt like the kind of person who could become a home.
She doesn't say that though, instead she smiles when he speaks, turning her head to press her lips to the shape of his palm. ) You're kind of easy on the eyes too. ( Sadly, she can't help herself. Her actions speak better anyway. Clarice's hand curves around his side, against the bare skin and she shifts closer, nudges her nose against his, just touching him, enjoying the closeness. ) Will you stay here tonight?
( Not for anything but this. She doesn't want to rush this. It wouldn't be fair. But now he's here she doesn't want him to leave again. )