[ maybe it's because she's in this strange, alien body, but she's hyperaware of the way her heart swells almost painfully in her chest. she's been loved so little in her life, and sometimes only in half-measures, but she can hear it, the sincerity in his voice and it feels real. she knows it's true, that he loves her, as well as she knows numbers and figures.
she watches him a few more moments without answering-- wanting, maybe, to memorize this, to commit it to memory so that she never forgets the feeling of being loved by a friend.
then, finally, she lets go of his hands to carefully fold him against her, wrapping his smaller body in her arms protectively. she's warm and strong. ]
I am sorry, Karkat. It was not my intention to hurt you. Never.
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she watches him a few more moments without answering-- wanting, maybe, to memorize this, to commit it to memory so that she never forgets the feeling of being loved by a friend.
then, finally, she lets go of his hands to carefully fold him against her, wrapping his smaller body in her arms protectively. she's warm and strong. ]
I am sorry, Karkat. It was not my intention to hurt you. Never.