Now that gets something of a real laugh from her. It's funny to think sometimes about how things have changed from the day Rey had dug that old, worn out synthetic from a grave to the present. If someone had told her that she would come to care for him the way she has over the last two years, hold him so close to her heart, she would have laughed a much different laugh.
Guilt in what she had done, what she must have put Nick through in all those days where she had to have been one of the most frustrating people in his life, closes in around her... She has to wonder sometimes if he's ever questioned whether it was all worth it.
Until he takes her hand back into his after reassuring her that it's okay to be a little selfish. She's earned it, hasn't she? A respite from all the fighting she's done? It won't hurt anyone if she were to rest for a while...
"That's̢ ̛w͠ḩàt ̸I̸..̵.͝ ̶l͢-l҉ove ͜a̶bo͡út̵ ҉you,̶ ̷N̶i͡c͟k̛,҉" Rey says in a shaky breath, terrified at the very mention of the word that has brutalized her numerously throughout her many lifetimes. "You don̴'̡t̨ ͘kn̵o̧w͏..̶. wh͞e̸n̨ ́to҉ ͞g̀i͢ve ̕the͞ f̕u̧ck͏ ͟úp͏.́"
Another laugh, though she trembles at the dread of rejection again. Having those vulnerable feelings thrown back at her...
When did that happen?
It doesn't matter. She's exhausted. Her eyes slide shut with a quiet exhale through her lips. It's okay, he'll fight for her. She can rest for a little while. No harm from that, right?
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Guilt in what she had done, what she must have put Nick through in all those days where she had to have been one of the most frustrating people in his life, closes in around her... She has to wonder sometimes if he's ever questioned whether it was all worth it.
Until he takes her hand back into his after reassuring her that it's okay to be a little selfish. She's earned it, hasn't she? A respite from all the fighting she's done? It won't hurt anyone if she were to rest for a while...
"That's̢ ̛w͠ḩàt ̸I̸..̵.͝ ̶l͢-l҉ove ͜a̶bo͡út̵ ҉you,̶ ̷N̶i͡c͟k̛,҉" Rey says in a shaky breath, terrified at the very mention of the word that has brutalized her numerously throughout her many lifetimes. "You don̴'̡t̨ ͘kn̵o̧w͏..̶. wh͞e̸n̨ ́to҉ ͞g̀i͢ve ̕the͞ f̕u̧ck͏ ͟úp͏.́"
Another laugh, though she trembles at the dread of rejection again. Having those vulnerable feelings thrown back at her...
When did that happen?
It doesn't matter. She's exhausted. Her eyes slide shut with a quiet exhale through her lips. It's okay, he'll fight for her. She can rest for a little while. No harm from that, right?