[ Heating that shake in her voice was enough to make her tighten the hug a bit more than it had been before, burying her face into Max's neck for a minute. She isn't sure how to respond to being the thing Max cares about most; there's a twisting feeling in her stomach, something that makes her thoughts linger on their last moments on the cliff.
But she knows about her regrets now, how tortured she felt, and it makes her nod gently in response to her words at first. ]
I know. [ She's not the only one who can try for a Star Wars moment, but she too fails to keep it at that. ] I love you, too.
[ How could four little words feel so terrifying to say out loud?
She clears her throat slightly, wanting to get rid of the emotion, going to desperately cling to the first bit of humor that pops into her head just to get rid of this feeling building up inside of her. ]
... You're not butch enough to be Han Solo, by the way.
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Date: 2019-03-26 03:10 am (UTC)But she knows about her regrets now, how tortured she felt, and it makes her nod gently in response to her words at first. ]
I know. [ She's not the only one who can try for a Star Wars moment, but she too fails to keep it at that. ] I love you, too.
[ How could four little words feel so terrifying to say out loud?
She clears her throat slightly, wanting to get rid of the emotion, going to desperately cling to the first bit of humor that pops into her head just to get rid of this feeling building up inside of her. ]
... You're not butch enough to be Han Solo, by the way.