Oh god. That's not good. That's not good, he's making Molly Hooper cry again and that's not why he came here tonight at all, and--
--and it sounds so different this time, even though her eyes are too bright and her voice cracks. It sounds different because there's a future tangled up in it, because this is something beginning, because it's just the two of them this time and it's still true.
His fingers card through her hair again, tracing the shape of her skull. The sensation keeps the dizziness of relief from overwhelming him. He's in love, he's loved back, and nothing has exploded. And he can't pinpoint the source of the urge, but something makes him pull his hand free gently and trace his fingertips over her carotid artery.
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--and it sounds so different this time, even though her eyes are too bright and her voice cracks. It sounds different because there's a future tangled up in it, because this is something beginning, because it's just the two of them this time and it's still true.
His fingers card through her hair again, tracing the shape of her skull. The sensation keeps the dizziness of relief from overwhelming him. He's in love, he's loved back, and nothing has exploded. And he can't pinpoint the source of the urge, but something makes him pull his hand free gently and trace his fingertips over her carotid artery.