[ she's learned not to play fair, that not everyone will, or maybe she never has in the first place. she sees the honesty in his expression, feels it in his touch. her expression softens only just so - knowing if anything, she's gotten this far to him. (she tilts her chin up, feels a rush of relief and longing and determination, and with it, fear.) her hands cradle his face; her thumbs caress the skin beneath them.
they've been through so much getting here. ] Then don't lie to me. Don't lie to yourself. [ the words are decisive, hopeful, because she needs to take this chance. she's running high on faith and she's afraid - afraid he could just walk away. afraid what the truth is to him, even as she wants him, asks him, to feel how right this is. ]