Hestia's breath caught, her mouth dry, her pulse erratic as she looked up at him, their threaded hands a heavy weight. What was she doing, what was she letting happen?
Yet even as the situation caused her chest to panic, she found herself stepping that much closer. He'd been there for months, helping her, listening, talking. He filled the silence and the loneliness, and he helped, even when he had no reason too.
She licked her lips, breath still stuck in her throat, not able to breath as their palms touched and she was just that much closer. Her name sent a tingle down her spine and unconsciously her hand pulled his closer, the next step towards him made unaware by her brain.