[He wants to protest that he's done several horrible things to her and people she cared about, that he doesn't deserve this, but it would mean denying her what she wants. He can't find it in himself to disappoint her again.]
We are. [He agrees, of course. He's very happy with her even if he knows he isn't worthy of it. It isn't just about her, but the wrongness he's always felt within himself and that feeling of not quite meeting expectations or fitting in where he should. It had caused him to be alone for much of his life, until her.]
Sorry, I keep... saying the same things over and over.
[And thinking them. He knows she can hear those too. He sighs, trying to let his shoulders relax and let himself relax into her touch and the closeness she's granted him.]
I am happy with you.
[He just needed to believe he was worthy of it. Baby steps.]
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We are. [He agrees, of course. He's very happy with her even if he knows he isn't worthy of it. It isn't just about her, but the wrongness he's always felt within himself and that feeling of not quite meeting expectations or fitting in where he should. It had caused him to be alone for much of his life, until her.]
Sorry, I keep... saying the same things over and over.
[And thinking them. He knows she can hear those too. He sighs, trying to let his shoulders relax and let himself relax into her touch and the closeness she's granted him.]
I am happy with you.
[He just needed to believe he was worthy of it. Baby steps.]