[She'd like to smile for him, if she could. Instead she meets his eyes with a stubborn look. If he regrets coming, he can redeem himself by making good on his words. Whether he knows how... she doesn't want to speculate. Her fingers curled in his, her soft tone takes most of the sting out of the words.]
I'll hold you to that.
[An empty threat, maybe, since he seems intent on making sure there's nothing she can do, taking all the responsibility on his shoulders without telling her why. She can't dream of the things he's endured for her sake, the things he's done to feel like he's keeping her safe. The unwritten pages of their history that make their current drama pale and petty. But she believes-- or at least, she'd like to-- that he'll fight to keep her.
It's a realization that scares her a little, because she hasn't been able to bring herself to fight for him. She'd really like to know what changes, what tips the balance and pushes her into his arms, but a clear view of the future so far has only muddled the present more. So she won't ask. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her to find a little faith in something.]
[once fate put us in the same room, when you knew not of me nor I of you]
I'll hold you to that.
[An empty threat, maybe, since he seems intent on making sure there's nothing she can do, taking all the responsibility on his shoulders without telling her why. She can't dream of the things he's endured for her sake, the things he's done to feel like he's keeping her safe. The unwritten pages of their history that make their current drama pale and petty. But she believes-- or at least, she'd like to-- that he'll fight to keep her.
It's a realization that scares her a little, because she hasn't been able to bring herself to fight for him. She'd really like to know what changes, what tips the balance and pushes her into his arms, but a clear view of the future so far has only muddled the present more. So she won't ask. Maybe it wouldn't hurt her to find a little faith in something.]