Re: Marta / Seven
[There's a part of him that expects her to refuse. Maybe even a part that was counting on it? But there's something bigger, some place in the pit of his stomach that feels something like relief when Marta puts one foot in front of the other and comes a little closer to him.
But there's still a measure of space between them, and it weighs heavy in the air. Heavier than the silence that fills the gap and makes the blood throb into a headache between his temples. Greater than the severity of her cautious gaze when he lifts green eyes to meet it.
Me too is what he wants to say. The words actually form on his lips, but instead he just reaches out into the void with one hand, palm upturned. Waiting with a weary, patient expression on his face.]