[Oren has his own doubts and worries that threaten to surface at every turn. The same ones he'd laid out so loudly on Mattias' voicemail. His own version of betrayal. His own selfish views and hurt clouding everything else.
The small touch makes his heart jump, and he glances back with eyes that reveal brief surprise. They warm up shortly after, seeing that smile, and his own grows slowly into place.
It's too much to reach out and hold his hand, he thinks, and so his fingers curl into his palm at his side instead.]
There's no one I'd rather have.
[It's soft and deep with meaning, but he lets it slip out, nodding ahead on the strip.]
The building with the purple sign. We're not too far, now. [A joking call back to Mattias' directions from earlier, and Oren's smile widens to a grin as he falls more into step with him. Doesn't walk ahead, but beside him.]
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Date: 2015-05-06 05:54 am (UTC)The small touch makes his heart jump, and he glances back with eyes that reveal brief surprise. They warm up shortly after, seeing that smile, and his own grows slowly into place.
It's too much to reach out and hold his hand, he thinks, and so his fingers curl into his palm at his side instead.]
There's no one I'd rather have.
[It's soft and deep with meaning, but he lets it slip out, nodding ahead on the strip.]
The building with the purple sign. We're not too far, now. [A joking call back to Mattias' directions from earlier, and Oren's smile widens to a grin as he falls more into step with him. Doesn't walk ahead, but beside him.]