[He shakes his head to the accompaniment of memories she doesn't share. The stilted, circular dance of getting her down the aisle in the first place, and all those moments of despair followed by sudden rushes of hope each time he realised they'd been talking at cross purposes.
He could spare them that dance. Tell her what happens, words chosen carefully to portray the wreck to the worst of what it is and he knows she'd stay away that monday at his place. Perhaps it would be kinder to spare her his mistakes, but if it means he loses hers - the mistake of her trying for him, trying to give him the things he craved and she was afraid of... he'd lose so much. He's always been selfish, in his way.]
I keep coming back.
[He offers, as sheepish proof. His fingers squeeze her shoulder lightly and let go.]
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, you say that's just how this grace thing works
[He shakes his head to the accompaniment of memories she doesn't share. The stilted, circular dance of getting her down the aisle in the first place, and all those moments of despair followed by sudden rushes of hope each time he realised they'd been talking at cross purposes.
He could spare them that dance. Tell her what happens, words chosen carefully to portray the wreck to the worst of what it is and he knows she'd stay away that monday at his place. Perhaps it would be kinder to spare her his mistakes, but if it means he loses hers - the mistake of her trying for him, trying to give him the things he craved and she was afraid of... he'd lose so much. He's always been selfish, in his way.]
I keep coming back.
[He offers, as sheepish proof. His fingers squeeze her shoulder lightly and let go.]