Being with her again made him wonder how he had ever let her walk away. How had he not fought for her, no matter how much it had hurt him to see her leave? It'd nearly been torture, when he thought he had lost her and his family; he had contemplated ending it all for a long time after that, but he'd found some source of comfort in his meager existence. He wondered now how he had lived for so long without truly living. He sighed at her touch, familiar and welcome, and wished she might never move away from him. Part of him felt he might grovel and plead for her to stay right now if she tried to leave, and he only hoped it wouldn't come to that.
A soft sigh left his own lips as she thanked him, shaking his head. There was no real need to think him when he was doing this out of his own desires, not only to comfort her though she had asked. Her question only made it easier for him to do what he knew he really wanted in the first place. Why else would he be spending so much time with her? It brought up painful feelings, nostalgic feelings, but more than that.. he felt his heart ache for her. She was the only one he had ever loved, and he wasn't sure those feelings had ever left despite being shoved deep away inside him.
A grin touched his lips as she placed kisses on his chin, feeling quite silly for the sudden flurry of butterflies that assaulted his stomach. The feeling wasn't one he could control, and he was caught off-guard by the sudden emotion. Another contended sigh fell from his lips, audible this time, as he relaxed against her. Zephyr was grateful when she changed the subject, the ear that she'd nipped at flicking gently. "I'm not sure," he admitted after a moment of hesitation. Much of the last few years had been spent simply surviving -- he hadn't had a lot of leisure time, let alone time spent with someone he cared for. "What about you, love?" He hadn't meant to call her that. Her familiar touch had eased his anxious mind and he had slipped back into old habits. Nervously he shifted his gaze away from her, wondering how badly he'd screwed up, and cringing internally at what he'd said.
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