This time, touching her hand, he knew she had blushed. It made him smile, even as she explained. When she talked about her father, he took that hand in both of us He felt her body tense, aaw the loss in her face, and the haunted look in her eyes. Distrust? Not of him, though.
"And you feel like you failed him, Cecilia?" The twitch in her hand, and the look in her face told him he was right. "Sometimes, Cecilia, we just can't save the ones we love. Believe me, I know. Don't let go of your father, though. I think that he'd love what you came to be." He pulled her clasped hand to his face, and kissed her fingers. And he started to tingle all over.