She looks up at him, her other hand reaching out to grasp his shirt. Her eyes are wide and dark, and she looks at him like he's the only real thing in her world. It's been weeks since she's heard anything of Molly, weeks of just trying to hold on until she figures out just what it is she's supposed to be doing. She's perpetually caught in his gravity well, and -- that's not a bad thing, she knows.
"Please. I don't want it to be like this between us. I miss my -- I need you." The words are spilling out of her mouth before she can catch them. And they're true, she knows.
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She looks up at him, her other hand reaching out to grasp his shirt. Her eyes are wide and dark, and she looks at him like he's the only real thing in her world. It's been weeks since she's heard anything of Molly, weeks of just trying to hold on until she figures out just what it is she's supposed to be doing. She's perpetually caught in his gravity well, and -- that's not a bad thing, she knows.
"Please. I don't want it to be like this between us. I miss my -- I need you." The words are spilling out of her mouth before she can catch them. And they're true, she knows.