At least she doesn't cringe away; the thought barely strikes him, but he feels its relief breathes a little easier.
There's silence for a while, and it's... It ain't bad. Somehow makes him feel closer to her, like words aren't needed or words won't suffice (or maybe words are just too dangerous). Silence in other people usually makes Bill wary; there's no telling what they're scheming when they're clammed up like that, not sharing their thoughts with everyone around. This is different, though. Quiet like this, Bill Sikes could get used to.
When she speaks he catches momentarily on a thought, a grimacing feeling. 'I can't lose you again.' It's a prickly idea, and one he can't get too far into. At the surface he feels its warmth, feels how she needs him the way he needs her, but there are also those stranding questions of how and why, why they'd been apart in the first place. Why she was scared (oh don't, don't think on that, don't think on that at all). No good in going down that way.
"You won't. I'm not going anywhere." He realizes he's holding onto her tighter than he'd intended (a rare recognition; if he thought about it, he'd be shocked he noticed), and he loosens his hold again. "And neither are you.
"You're my best girl, Nance. Always have been, and you always will be."
just the uh little things
There's silence for a while, and it's... It ain't bad. Somehow makes him feel closer to her, like words aren't needed or words won't suffice (or maybe words are just too dangerous). Silence in other people usually makes Bill wary; there's no telling what they're scheming when they're clammed up like that, not sharing their thoughts with everyone around. This is different, though. Quiet like this, Bill Sikes could get used to.
When she speaks he catches momentarily on a thought, a grimacing feeling. 'I can't lose you again.' It's a prickly idea, and one he can't get too far into. At the surface he feels its warmth, feels how she needs him the way he needs her, but there are also those stranding questions of how and why, why they'd been apart in the first place. Why she was scared (oh don't, don't think on that, don't think on that at all). No good in going down that way.
"You won't. I'm not going anywhere." He realizes he's holding onto her tighter than he'd intended (a rare recognition; if he thought about it, he'd be shocked he noticed), and he loosens his hold again. "And neither are you.
"You're my best girl, Nance. Always have been, and you always will be."