Her head leaned into his touch, eyes flickering closed as his hand drifted over her ear. She had the utmost faith that they would be fine. They would deal with their other selves. They would survive. And one day they’d overcome them. Helena held onto this hope that whatever was inside them, whatever was happening to them, would eventually go away.
“Well, I’m rather fond of this three hour rule of yours.” Her lips quirked into a smirk, a hint of mischief that he couldn’t mistake now they were so close. “Come by often, stay long. Don’t hold back.” With all this talk of her own place, and her intentions of leaving her husband, there wouldn't be any more reasons to hide or pretend anymore. “And don’t stray too far from me. I’m growing quite accustomed to this.” Her own fingers at his side drummed for a moment, and she turned her head slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his palm.