Her eyes watch him intently, noting how he relaxes at the nickname. Good, she wants him to relax. She hates seeing him upset. Still, she doesn’t say anything, just lets him talk. Lets him get his fears out into the open. She understands, she may not know everything but she’s not dumb. She’s seen some of the shit they’ve gotten. She’s also aware that not every circus treats their animals right, not ever circus is like Haley’s.
The pads of her thumbs trace light circles on his cheeks. If it helped once, then she’ll say it again, “Maahii, you know that the animals are loved and well cared for here. Maybe it is time to show the public some of the backstage happenings with the animals, ease their fears. Haley’s does not have anything to hide. There is no shame in our circus.” It feels weird, saying ours, though she supposes it is theirs since she’s joined up.
She squirms a bit closer and presses her lips, tentatively, gently to his. “You ‘ave helped me plenty of times when I was a mess. I am here to help you now. Regardless of what happens, you ‘ave me. You are not alone.” She wants to tell him how much she likes him, but chickens out. It’s hard enough just attempting to comfort him. That’s so not in her comfort zone.
“Maahii,” she repeats once more before kissing him again, allowing her hands to wander down to his shirt front. Her fingers curl into the fabric and tug him slightly closer. She only hopes he knows how much she likes him and how much he means to her. She hopes he knows she won’t leave his side, not when he needs her, not when he needs someone to lean on.
He’s incredibly grateful to her, for letting him talk. Despite the circus crew being family to him, there are just some things you can’t turn to your family with. No, in this case, your girlfriend was a better option. In his mind, that’s what he’s labeled her as - his girlfriend. What other term was there for the relationship they had? The only other one he could think of would be something akin to “incredibly close friends with benefits,” but even that didn’t sum it up as neatly as he’d like.
Our circus... If he were in a better mood, hearing that phrase fall from her lips would’ve made it impossible to wipe a smile from his face. But today, as he sat in front of her, tired and beaten-down both mentally and physically, it made the very corner of his mouth turn up. That was it.
“I-I don’t...” Her kiss stops him. Exhaling through his nose, he feels his shoulders drop, the tension in his back lessens. It’ll take more than one kiss to get his mind off of the inevitable downfall he figured was coming, but in the moment, it made all the difference. “Thank you. If anything happens, you’re coming with us, okay? I don’t think... it’ll be anytime soon. But I just... I want to play it safe--”
Dick finds himself loving her pet name for him more and more every time she uses it. Her fingers grab his shirt, gently pulling him closer, and he obeys, willingly as always. He’s able to fully reciprocate the kiss this time, a hand reaching to the small of her back to bring her flush against him, deciding it best to put what was left of his energy into being with Jinx. Living in the moment - wasn’t that was this lifestyle was about?
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