[ He loves her. With everything in his being, every part of his body — there isn't a single inch of him that doesn't yearn for her heart and soul, to be with her always, even when duty calls and he must be away. He knows it's what he has to do. He has work that must be done, had work, will have work, and he wouldn't have it any other way. If he is the only one that can keep this world from teetering on the brink, then he will shoulder that burden.
But.
He wants her at his side. Not behind him, or supporting him, or heaven's forfend, away from it at all. But next to him. An equal. He doesn't want to risk the chance of losing her, but he doesn't want to risk the chance of losing her if he pushes her away. Not that he would. He presses his face into her neck, breathes in her scent, and makes a choice. ]
Jill, wou—
[ The door bursts open, Tarja with a tray of bread and water in her hands, and absolutely no remorse for the intrusion.
Here. Eat. You have to be starving, Cody says you haven't eaten in days. You won't heal properly if you don't. And not big bites, either. Take it slow, or you're cleaning up the mess. ]
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But.
He wants her at his side. Not behind him, or supporting him, or heaven's forfend, away from it at all. But next to him. An equal. He doesn't want to risk the chance of losing her, but he doesn't want to risk the chance of losing her if he pushes her away. Not that he would. He presses his face into her neck, breathes in her scent, and makes a choice. ]
Jill, wou—
[ The door bursts open, Tarja with a tray of bread and water in her hands, and absolutely no remorse for the intrusion.
Here. Eat. You have to be starving, Cody says you haven't eaten in days. You won't heal properly if you don't. And not big bites, either. Take it slow, or you're cleaning up the mess. ]