[There's such warm air against his skin. It nearly makes him relax. The fleeting moment of it, his heart getting pushed back to where it ought to be instead of in his throat, it means the world.]
I am in your hands.
[What more of a leap of faith can he take? It is at that moment there's a polite knock on the door, Theodora calling Adrian, Miss Sypha, now would be the time.
He straightens up slowly. Reaches over to kiss Sypha's forehead, because that won't show on either of them, then nods. When he steps out of the door, he must be that same ice cold well she met and remarked upon so many months ago.
Speaking of hands. He takes her left hand in his right, and squeezes it gently.]
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I am in your hands.
[What more of a leap of faith can he take? It is at that moment there's a polite knock on the door, Theodora calling Adrian, Miss Sypha, now would be the time.
He straightens up slowly. Reaches over to kiss Sypha's forehead, because that won't show on either of them, then nods. When he steps out of the door, he must be that same ice cold well she met and remarked upon so many months ago.
Speaking of hands. He takes her left hand in his right, and squeezes it gently.]
Like this. Not arm-in-arm.
[Because he wants that weight.]