There was nothing like this feeling, the feeling of being around him and the comfort he gave her. She should have known he would feel that way. When she had first heard that there had been an accident with her sister, the first thing she wanted to do was come back to Alden and find him. She could feel deep inside that he would somehow be able to make her feel alive again, when she was sure she felt so empty inside. "It feels like someone has to be at fault." And for her, it seemed like she was the main cause. Her mother hadn't said the words but Raina could tell she had been thinking them.
"My parents wouldn't talk to me, not since we got the call and went to the hospital." It had been the second hardest part about the whole thing. She had Logan staring at her with accusation in his eyes. It only got worse when they returned home. No one spoke during the day, and barely at all over dinners. "The funeral was.. unbearable. I kept thinking how much I wish I could come back here and see you. I knew that I would feel better if I could just see you." Her shoulders raised a little as she watched him. "I knew that you would know what to say. Somehow."
She let her eyes close and leaned her forehead back against his.
It felt comfortable to be here, safer even. It was that emotion that fueled her following question. "Desmond, I know we're just--" But that didn't seem like it mattered, so she restarted. "Would you stay with me tonight? I just don't want to be alone." Normally it was something she could manage but lately, all she could see was her sister's face. And every time she lay in bed at night, she remembered the feeling of her sister's child kicking. So full of life when just hours later it would be taken from her. The ache was intense but it seemed to lessen around Desmond.
Raina opened her eyes and when he looked into them, he would see their hue had darkened. The smile she normally wore did not reach those eyes. But she wanted to feel that again. She needed to, before she allowed it to consume her in a way she wasn't entirely sure she could fight out of. "It's okay if you don't want to. I won't be angry or anything." She let her eyes linger down to his hands that had so graciously wiped her tears and moved her own fingers on top of them. Lowering them, she looked at his hands that, for the first time, had no coverings on them. Her nails traced a small line on the back of his hand before she turned hers, palm up, and twined together their fingers.