And that makes her shoulder slump just a little, an inch or so, in relief, and makes her press her face into his hand.
"Spasibo." Thank you, she murmurs, because she knows--of course--it's not what he was hoping for, not what he wants.
But it's what is, and--and it's them. If he says, all right, then Kate believes it is.
Her hands drift up to stroke his hair, cradle his face, and she whispers, "I love you," very softly, voice gentle as her touch.
"Our family. We'll try. We'll see how it goes." And there's hope in that. The kind that's not given through needles. The kind that gives instead of taking away.
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Date: 2007-11-14 07:48 am (UTC)"Spasibo." Thank you, she murmurs, because she knows--of course--it's not what he was hoping for, not what he wants.
But it's what is, and--and it's them. If he says, all right, then Kate believes it is.
Her hands drift up to stroke his hair, cradle his face, and she whispers, "I love you," very softly, voice gentle as her touch.
"Our family. We'll try. We'll see how it goes." And there's hope in that. The kind that's not given through needles. The kind that gives instead of taking away.