lets him sleep in the tent cause he needs rest
his eyes are heavy as he stands outside the tent — despite their constant bickering, he’d not refuse her the bed… and if need be he’d stand all night or sleep in his chair. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦. before the night had hit, they’d argued, it was getting worse he could tell, and he’d spent nights regretting the nasty words he’d spewed and even the little to nothingness he gave her in return… his mind was wandering and he couldn't beckon it back.
when she approached him, he saw in her eyes the softness and woman he had fallen in love with. she’d never lost that, but sadness had glossed over any sort of emotion, showing itself through her rage … she hadn’t changed. he had. he hung his head, in shame, in regret…? he couldn’t tell, how could he make right that which he had torn down to ruin — there was no way to repair the damage he had done. ❛ thank you… molly. ❜ he responds, it's soft and quiet, he desperately wants to reach out to her but the voice in his head tells him he’s unworthy of this love, of this comfort. ❛ i’m sorry. ❜ he wants to say more, but for once, 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬.
unprompted , always accepting.
