[He lets her nestle against him, his arms adjusting about her, one of his hands still buried deep in her hair. He rests his lips on the crown of her head wordlessly. He stares, unseeingly, into space. He wonders why; he can't help it. Why she can't say something when she feels it, why she can't say so much when he can see all of it in her eyes. (But he knows why.) He knows the frustration is borne of the desire to be let in, of the desire to prove she can let people in; he chooses to let it go, knowing it's not the answer. Instead he closes his eyes and tilts his head to bury his nose into her hair as well, pull her tighter to him.]
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