Enough of a point that, carefully, she moves; she lets go of his hand, she moves her whole body so she can face him. It's not so easy, right now, to turn, and it's essential that if they're talking about this, they talk face to face.
It's the kind of conversation she's not very good at having; they both know she loves him, but it's much harder to say that than to live it. But this is different, both more and less complicated; it's about them but not only about them. What's best for William? How can they balance their needs, and his needs, and the devouring needs of their work?
"The paperwork doesn't matter," she concedes, reaching up to touch his cheek-- the familiar bit of stubble, the faint scarring still there from his captivity. "I've been your widow for months."
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Enough of a point that, carefully, she moves; she lets go of his hand, she moves her whole body so she can face him. It's not so easy, right now, to turn, and it's essential that if they're talking about this, they talk face to face.
It's the kind of conversation she's not very good at having; they both know she loves him, but it's much harder to say that than to live it. But this is different, both more and less complicated; it's about them but not only about them. What's best for William? How can they balance their needs, and his needs, and the devouring needs of their work?
"The paperwork doesn't matter," she concedes, reaching up to touch his cheek-- the familiar bit of stubble, the faint scarring still there from his captivity. "I've been your widow for months."