Re: A table (Sean, Karin)
She could hardly doubt the truth of his answer; it was, after all, the most vehement she had seen him over anything in the limited span of their time together. She felt foolish for having asked, but better all the same. Her thumb brushed light against his skin, feeling the hard ridges of bone beneath his tanned skin. She felt oddly grateful for his presence, for the solidness of him. After long months of nightmares, visions, and blatant paranoia, the tangibility of his being there with her meant more than she could say.
"Thank you, Sean," she said, her voice a hushed whisper. "That actually..." She laughed, more at herself than anything. "That's really sweet."