It shouldn't be a surprise that as they walk, her head thumps against his shoulder. She's exhausted and tired and by the time she's settled the bench, Eva's not sure she wants him to go.
She should probably let him, but the child in her, the frightened 13 year old dredged up from the past, wants nothing more than to clutch at whatever human contact she can get right now.
She doesn't. She doesn't have the right to ask it of him.
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It shouldn't be a surprise that as they walk, her head thumps against his shoulder. She's exhausted and tired and by the time she's settled the bench, Eva's not sure she wants him to go.
She should probably let him, but the child in her, the frightened 13 year old dredged up from the past, wants nothing more than to clutch at whatever human contact she can get right now.
She doesn't. She doesn't have the right to ask it of him.
"Thank you."