[Friendly comfort is, in and of itself, a new and delicate (dangerous?) thing. It's awkward in his limbs for a few seconds, confused and disoriented, before Horatio exhales his way into simply curling in against the space she's made for him.
Better, having arms around her waist. Better, pressing his face in against her neck and shoulder. Better, feeling her breathe while he sorts through the hurt of this particular loss.
If she lets him, he'll absolutely stay like this until morning. (Horrifying, in its own way, to think about just drifting off here without the excuse of their ongoing indiscretion; but better.)]
[ under other circumstances, the thought of him staying like this until morning, nothing but proximity between them without even the excuse of sex, would make something like cold panic clench in lara's chest. under other circumstances, she'd either kiss him or find a reason to kick him out.
but he needs this. it's helping. somehow, his hurt distracts from the possibility of future pain and it's enough. the desire to be there for him wins out. ]
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Better, having arms around her waist. Better, pressing his face in against her neck and shoulder. Better, feeling her breathe while he sorts through the hurt of this particular loss.
If she lets him, he'll absolutely stay like this until morning. (Horrifying, in its own way, to think about just drifting off here without the excuse of their ongoing indiscretion; but better.)]
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but he needs this. it's helping. somehow, his hurt distracts from the possibility of future pain and it's enough. the desire to be there for him wins out. ]