that small, gloved hand in his shirt is familiar. it's a flashback to the execution itself, how the very last thing four did as the lethal injection took hold was to curl her hand in his shirt and hold on. it's such a fragile, tentative thing that it makes his heart ache, and honestly, he can't help himself.
the fussy wiping away of tears turns into just holding her face very gently in his hands, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. bixing looks soft and worried, brows knit together, but the warmth in his eyes is undeniable, the desperately honest attention and kindness that almost comes out of his pores, the want to try and fix this, to help her, as present and real as it was the day of the execution itself. ]
Okay. [ agreeing. and then, with a little smile: ] I'll do my best not to disappoint.
[ when he pulls back finally, it's with one last little fuss - quickly brushing any dirt off of her shoulders and checking her over like he can make sure, make absolutely sure she's okay. in an hour or so he's going to hear four's voicemail and about lose it in his baby emotions but for now, things are minimally embarrassing and decidedly better. ]
Do you think you could show me around the city a little? I'd like to spend some time with you.
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that small, gloved hand in his shirt is familiar. it's a flashback to the execution itself, how the very last thing four did as the lethal injection took hold was to curl her hand in his shirt and hold on. it's such a fragile, tentative thing that it makes his heart ache, and honestly, he can't help himself.
the fussy wiping away of tears turns into just holding her face very gently in his hands, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. bixing looks soft and worried, brows knit together, but the warmth in his eyes is undeniable, the desperately honest attention and kindness that almost comes out of his pores, the want to try and fix this, to help her, as present and real as it was the day of the execution itself. ]
Okay. [ agreeing. and then, with a little smile: ] I'll do my best not to disappoint.
[ when he pulls back finally, it's with one last little fuss - quickly brushing any dirt off of her shoulders and checking her over like he can make sure, make absolutely sure she's okay. in an hour or so he's going to hear four's voicemail and about lose it in his baby emotions but for now, things are minimally embarrassing and decidedly better. ]
Do you think you could show me around the city a little? I'd like to spend some time with you.