"No... I don't think so." She answered that honestly. Everything pleasant in her life had been a blur of pain bleeding into it and the line ceased to exist sometimes. Clint likely represented the most stable and normal force in her life and he didn't need her or her baggage mucking up his life. Idly sweeping her hair back, she vaguely considered cutting it again while letting her thoughts drift out the window into the darkening landscape beyond. Where she stayed always alert, always waiting for him to move, she still let the mind ignore the painful stimulus.
Yet, the moment she found that perfect balance to numb out her thoughts, the groan he made shattered it. Turning her head in a fan of bright red, her eyes widened. For once she moved without thinking. Unsure why, but knew it had everything to do with the past. The times she could run to him and not worry about being lashed out at in return for her efforts. Gracefully dropping down to her knees in front of him, she reached out to him, her hand stopping in mid air when he suddenly stopped and spoke. Slowly, she lowered her hand back down into her lap, the slender fingers instantly digging into her knees.
Meeting his eyes, her jaw tightened slightly. A breath released slowly as she recognized that look in them. He was there, but not there. Far away and trapped in a flicker of a memory. Waiting. Always waiting, she kept her eyes on his face, gauging the change and need on his face until he finally seemed to come back to the present. Sighing softly, she pulled her sleeve down to her palm and slowly reached up again, taking the risk finally to just touch him.
"I can get more." She stated it simply as she carefully used her coat sleeve to wipe the blood away from his skin. For one so easy at bringing death, her touch was gentle and tender with long repressed emotions.
Her jaw tightened again at his description and she dared to let her fingers uncurl and gently coil a few rich strands around the tips. She knew. She knew what they did to him and hated it. And somehow they knew how much she hated it. It wasn't just James that got compromised by emotions. "They can't teach you anything anymore, James. We stopped them. You don't ever have to go back... I swear."
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Yet, the moment she found that perfect balance to numb out her thoughts, the groan he made shattered it. Turning her head in a fan of bright red, her eyes widened. For once she moved without thinking. Unsure why, but knew it had everything to do with the past. The times she could run to him and not worry about being lashed out at in return for her efforts. Gracefully dropping down to her knees in front of him, she reached out to him, her hand stopping in mid air when he suddenly stopped and spoke. Slowly, she lowered her hand back down into her lap, the slender fingers instantly digging into her knees.
Meeting his eyes, her jaw tightened slightly. A breath released slowly as she recognized that look in them. He was there, but not there. Far away and trapped in a flicker of a memory. Waiting. Always waiting, she kept her eyes on his face, gauging the change and need on his face until he finally seemed to come back to the present. Sighing softly, she pulled her sleeve down to her palm and slowly reached up again, taking the risk finally to just touch him.
"I can get more." She stated it simply as she carefully used her coat sleeve to wipe the blood away from his skin. For one so easy at bringing death, her touch was gentle and tender with long repressed emotions.
Her jaw tightened again at his description and she dared to let her fingers uncurl and gently coil a few rich strands around the tips. She knew. She knew what they did to him and hated it. And somehow they knew how much she hated it. It wasn't just James that got compromised by emotions. "They can't teach you anything anymore, James. We stopped them. You don't ever have to go back... I swear."