[ she understands. this kind of happiness — laying here with him, content and warm and cozy — is fleeting and brief, the sort of moment daisy commits to memory; it isn't expected to last or to linger, but rather to fade into the realities of their lives by morning. they expect to look over their shoulders and be faced with a crisis, a disaster in the making or a spike of danger in the distance, and to sacrifice their own happiness for the time being to handle it.
living in it, having that happiness be the standard rather than the exception, feels foreign. it's unfamiliar ground, and so they both stumble, uncertain of the rules or the allowances.
but daisy wouldn't change it. even now, she's content to simply hum her agreement, shifting to lay flat on her back again, free hand reaching to pull a pillow under her head. ]
I like it too. [ her head tips to the side in order to smile a little more warmly in his direction, the hand that'd been tracing his pausing to squeeze. ] Being here with you. It's probably the best part of my day.
[ perhaps one day he will not be so surprised when she directs something like that to him. today is not that day. the surprise doesn't show on his face, thankfully, because he doesn't want to explain why it keeps catching him off guard.
one day. it will go along with conversations about doctors and diagnoses and everything else being left unsaid for the time being. ]
Good.
[ god, don't make him blush. it looks strange on his face. ]
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living in it, having that happiness be the standard rather than the exception, feels foreign. it's unfamiliar ground, and so they both stumble, uncertain of the rules or the allowances.
but daisy wouldn't change it. even now, she's content to simply hum her agreement, shifting to lay flat on her back again, free hand reaching to pull a pillow under her head. ]
I like it too. [ her head tips to the side in order to smile a little more warmly in his direction, the hand that'd been tracing his pausing to squeeze. ] Being here with you. It's probably the best part of my day.
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one day. it will go along with conversations about doctors and diagnoses and everything else being left unsaid for the time being. ]
Good.
[ god, don't make him blush. it looks strange on his face. ]
You're always welcome to be here. I do not mind.