Even as he's injured so terribly, he's still kind. Marie can't chide him for that without sounding like a hypocrite, because she would also comfort him if their positions were swapped. Another intrusive thought wishes that she was the one hurt and stranded in a hospital bed, with Cloud sitting by her side.
How horrible it would be of her, to give Cloud the same amount of emotional pain she's going through.
He holds her close and her hands are curled into fists, unsure if she should touch - if even a small brush of fingertips will flare the pain from a wound she overlooked, she would regret it. She already hurt him by not being in battle with him. But... refusing the affection is also hurtful, isn't it? Physical pain can't stand a match against the scars of someone's heart that sting and tear them apart.
It's stupid to even stand there and wonder.
Marie raises her hands and touches his shoulders, watching out for the spots where the bandages are evident. She still can't look at him in the eye.
But she stops talking, and stops saying sorry, and now is there for him to hold onto, until he's satisfied. It still doesn't wash her guilt away - not even a bit. ]
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Even as he's injured so terribly, he's still kind. Marie can't chide him for that without sounding like a hypocrite, because she would also comfort him if their positions were swapped. Another intrusive thought wishes that she was the one hurt and stranded in a hospital bed, with Cloud sitting by her side.
How horrible it would be of her, to give Cloud the same amount of emotional pain she's going through.
He holds her close and her hands are curled into fists, unsure if she should touch - if even a small brush of fingertips will flare the pain from a wound she overlooked, she would regret it. She already hurt him by not being in battle with him. But... refusing the affection is also hurtful, isn't it? Physical pain can't stand a match against the scars of someone's heart that sting and tear them apart.
It's stupid to even stand there and wonder.
Marie raises her hands and touches his shoulders, watching out for the spots where the bandages are evident. She still can't look at him in the eye.
But she stops talking, and stops saying sorry, and now is there for him to hold onto, until he's satisfied. It still doesn't wash her guilt away - not even a bit. ]