It wasn’t his words but his touch that sent her flying through the space that separated them. She had waited years for him, years, and that was long enough. She wasn’t going to wait any longer for him, not when she could reach out to him just as easily. What was it she had said, once? ‘The thing isn’t who’s right, it isn’t who’s wrong or why they’re wrong….. The point should be to find solutions, not win.’ She was still angry, she was still hurting, but keeping her distance wasn’t helping either problem. The answers may not be in his arms, but it was where she needed to be, and it was where she could give him a good solid thump on the chest before dissolving into tears against him.
This was one thing she never, ever did in front of others. She didn’t cry. She was Iris. She was bright, she was steady, she was always seen the way she wanted to be seen. She didn’t cry. Except when she was here. Close to him. “You’ve always come back before….but it was so long, and…if you didn’t….”