It took a little while for her brain not to just draw a long blank.
Tara stared at him like she'd seen a ghost, her lips slightly parted, until the words sort of sank in. She tried to find words, but her breath caught, her hands shaking so badly that even when she pressed them to her mouth to try and muffle the strangled sobs it didn't steady them.
For all that it seemed like she'd been pushed to tears a lot over the past four months, it wasn't like this. The broken, raw sobs were oddly quiet for what they were, possibly because she'd pulled completely into herself. Her shoulders were hunched, her head down, everything trying to hide this breakdown because she knew - she knew if he knew, if she'd been honest, if she wasn't holding herself in the safest place she could...
He wouldn't want this. He would hate her. She knew that, she knew that she'd put herself in this situation-- but her reaction was fueled by the stress and the strain. The exhaustion. It was the fact that he'd been so close to dying, she knew it because his blood had been on her hands. There were no words, she just sat there and cried, pulled away from him as much as she could.
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Tara stared at him like she'd seen a ghost, her lips slightly parted, until the words sort of sank in. She tried to find words, but her breath caught, her hands shaking so badly that even when she pressed them to her mouth to try and muffle the strangled sobs it didn't steady them.
For all that it seemed like she'd been pushed to tears a lot over the past four months, it wasn't like this. The broken, raw sobs were oddly quiet for what they were, possibly because she'd pulled completely into herself. Her shoulders were hunched, her head down, everything trying to hide this breakdown because she knew - she knew if he knew, if she'd been honest, if she wasn't holding herself in the safest place she could...
He wouldn't want this. He would hate her. She knew that, she knew that she'd put herself in this situation-- but her reaction was fueled by the stress and the strain. The exhaustion. It was the fact that he'd been so close to dying, she knew it because his blood had been on her hands. There were no words, she just sat there and cried, pulled away from him as much as she could.