[ his lips brush against the crinkles in her forehead, pulling away just as her head lifts up to peek at him. a second earlier on his or later on hers might have met their mouths somewhere altogether different, but as it stands, her face buries into the crook of his neck, his own arms wrapping tight around her shoulders as she does her best to quell the cries that have come forth.
the waiter comes — with the worst timing, with a sharp pang of irritation from fitz flooding through the empathy bond — and goes, murmuring softly in concern about the 'pretty couple'. there's a moment where daisy wonders what fitz told them, what white lie he spun to allow them to have their own wine at dinner tonight, but the thought's gone as quick as it comes. ]
Okay. [ his voice is firm and reassuring, the way hers often is for him, a reminder that brooks no room for argument; in turn, daisy's is soft, a little ragged around the edges, but compliant. ] Okay, okay.
[ a deep breath, hot exhales brushing against the crease of his collar. ]
I'm sorry, I — I don't know — what I'm... crying for. [ stumbling over an apology that's more embarrassing than the actual tears, daisy can't help but wince. ] I just. [ what!!! ] I don't know what I'd do without you, Fitz.
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the waiter comes — with the worst timing, with a sharp pang of irritation from fitz flooding through the empathy bond — and goes, murmuring softly in concern about the 'pretty couple'. there's a moment where daisy wonders what fitz told them, what white lie he spun to allow them to have their own wine at dinner tonight, but the thought's gone as quick as it comes. ]
Okay. [ his voice is firm and reassuring, the way hers often is for him, a reminder that brooks no room for argument; in turn, daisy's is soft, a little ragged around the edges, but compliant. ] Okay, okay.
[ a deep breath, hot exhales brushing against the crease of his collar. ]
I'm sorry, I — I don't know — what I'm... crying for. [ stumbling over an apology that's more embarrassing than the actual tears, daisy can't help but wince. ] I just. [ what!!! ] I don't know what I'd do without you, Fitz.