Lucky closes his eyes when she responds. He knows. He knew deep down that it wasn't her own feelings that she would be worried about, just as it's not his feelings that he is worried about, even knowing what the demon within her wants. His hand reaches up for her face again, cradling the side of it. It's difficult to hear what the demon would make her want, but he knows he needs to listen to it and to respond. "It's worth it. You're worth it to me."
They've talked about it before but he'll say it again and again. As many times as she needs, it's his choice. He chooses her.
"I'm glad you never thought it wasn't worth it. This has been the most important relationship in my life. It's been worth so much. It gave me another chance, a real chance to live, and I--" Lucky closes his eyes, swallowing and looking down. It is love. It is real love to know that your darkness does not scare the other person away, doesn't warp their view of you.
His throat tightens, and he swallows again though it doesn't stop the tears or the shakiness of his voice. It's something that scares him but he's relieved that it doesn't scare her too. "Thank you. I needed... I needed to hear that."
Lucky, I... And he pulls her in close again, sliding his arm around her waist to keep her there close against him. It's like he can hear what she doesn't say even after these days apart and the distance that they both felt when he stepped into the room and on the day of the mission, he hears it. She wants to bet on them. She wants to have them even knowing all the reasons that it can and will hurt. She wants them and that hasn't changed. Lucky leans in to the kiss, free hand slipping back into her hair.
He closes his eyes and then nods, resting his forehead against hers again and resting his hand against her neck as he feels her pulse against his palm. It's comforting. It's comforting like the feel of her hand on his face.
"I never completely left," he breathes, and he doesn't know that he ever could.
Hundreds of miles away, a part of him would still be here, wherever she is.
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They've talked about it before but he'll say it again and again. As many times as she needs, it's his choice. He chooses her.
"I'm glad you never thought it wasn't worth it. This has been the most important relationship in my life. It's been worth so much. It gave me another chance, a real chance to live, and I--" Lucky closes his eyes, swallowing and looking down. It is love. It is real love to know that your darkness does not scare the other person away, doesn't warp their view of you.
His throat tightens, and he swallows again though it doesn't stop the tears or the shakiness of his voice. It's something that scares him but he's relieved that it doesn't scare her too. "Thank you. I needed... I needed to hear that."
Lucky, I... And he pulls her in close again, sliding his arm around her waist to keep her there close against him. It's like he can hear what she doesn't say even after these days apart and the distance that they both felt when he stepped into the room and on the day of the mission, he hears it. She wants to bet on them. She wants to have them even knowing all the reasons that it can and will hurt. She wants them and that hasn't changed. Lucky leans in to the kiss, free hand slipping back into her hair.
He closes his eyes and then nods, resting his forehead against hers again and resting his hand against her neck as he feels her pulse against his palm. It's comforting. It's comforting like the feel of her hand on his face.
"I never completely left," he breathes, and he doesn't know that he ever could.
Hundreds of miles away, a part of him would still be here, wherever she is.