Set: Season 2, maybe after Sucker Punch but could probably slip in anywhere.
“I’m sorry that today reopened old wounds,” he said softly as he lowered himself onto the edge of her bed.
She laid with her back to him, knees pulled to her chest, face buried in her tear-soaked pillow.
“Don’t worry about it, Castle,” she muttered. “Can’t reopen what never actually healed.”
She felt the mattress dip under his weight as he repositioned himself beside her. She glanced over her shoulder and scoffed.
“Make yourself comfortable,” she grumbled.
“Do you need a hug?” he asked, ignoring her obvious displeasure at his presence in her space.
She rolled over fully intent on tearing into him, taking out her frustrations on him, but as she came face-to-face with him and saw the pure concern in his eyes, the anger she had been holding onto seemed to fade away and she found herself leaning into his body.
His arms wrapped around her, warm and secure. He held her for the longest time, rubbing his hand up and down her back, soothing her until her breath evened out and her tears dried.
Exhausted, she pulled her head from his chest and tilted it back to look at his face.
He looked down at her. “Yeah?”
She craned her neck, brought her face closer to his. As her eyes fluttered shut, she softly brushed her lips against his in a sweet, chaste move.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For caring.”
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