[He makes his decision briskly, more out of impulse than anything else, spurred on by her upwelling of emotion and the way that it drags almost painfully at his heartstrings; in one easy movement, he kicks the door shut with his heel, setting it swinging before swiftly carrying her through the house to one of the couches in the living room.
There'll be no fussing about this time with setting her down and settling in next to her, the way he'd done at the train station. No, this time they're in their own house, in private, and so he quite simply sits and pulls her down with him, keeping her squarely in his embrace until such point as she's squarely in his lap, instead.]
Do as I say, now, and let it out. We're home. I'm right here. Just...
[He reaches up, fingers curved lightly from the palm of his hand as he strokes her hair back behind her ear again and lets his fingers linger even after he's done.]
Just let it out, Rosalind. Five months of bottling it up — but you don't have to anymore...
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[He makes his decision briskly, more out of impulse than anything else, spurred on by her upwelling of emotion and the way that it drags almost painfully at his heartstrings; in one easy movement, he kicks the door shut with his heel, setting it swinging before swiftly carrying her through the house to one of the couches in the living room.
There'll be no fussing about this time with setting her down and settling in next to her, the way he'd done at the train station. No, this time they're in their own house, in private, and so he quite simply sits and pulls her down with him, keeping her squarely in his embrace until such point as she's squarely in his lap, instead.]
Do as I say, now, and let it out. We're home. I'm right here. Just...
[He reaches up, fingers curved lightly from the palm of his hand as he strokes her hair back behind her ear again and lets his fingers linger even after he's done.]
Just let it out, Rosalind. Five months of bottling it up — but you don't have to anymore...