[ the pressure of his hand is enough that she doesn't let it fall further, to his side. elena tucks hair behind her ear, drops her eyes to his chest, frowns, nods. she looks back up to him; it sounds complicated. maybe complicated's not the right word. what counts is its weight, what all of it means.
and she has the feeling it's a lot. she wants to hold him, like he had for her, so she doesn't let herself hesitate. she reaches to embrace him. ]