[There's so much to take in. 'The same' he says. Even though they're so different, it's true. She can't deny that the lives they have led and the things that they have experienced make both able to understand the other probably more than anyone else.
The fingers within his shift, and she moves. Gently, her arms wind, tight, around his body. She knows. She does. Face buried against his chest, she nods gently against him. They are the same, in so many ways.
It just... somehow aches, too.
Her grip tightens on him. He has to know, right?]
Even though so many things have happened. And we've both hurt each other and ourselves, you have to know it too, now, of course.
[No matter the relationship, though it's certainly more than just friends. It's always been something a little different from that.]