[ It doesn't take much to encourage her out of her chair. Truth be told, he didn't need to say anything, didn't need to tug on their joined hands. She would have gotten to her feet without prompting. Caitlin wants to put her arms around him, which would be a touch awkward given him standing and her being seated.
But him asking, him pulling gently at her hands, it makes this even better. They'd both said the right words, and neither of them are really given to speaking empty ones, but words are much more effective with actions behind them. She uncrosses her legs and uses his hands to pull herself standing, not wanting to let go.
On her feet, she's closer to him now, but not close enough. Standing makes how their fingers are interlaced awkward; she lets go, only to rest her hands on his shoulders. She doesn't want to go slow — she's spent a year mourning Ronnie, a year with her life on hold. A year holding her breath. Her hands slide past his shoulders and around the back of his neck, and it's her turn to tug ever so gently. It's permission, it's asking, just short of a demand. ]
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But him asking, him pulling gently at her hands, it makes this even better. They'd both said the right words, and neither of them are really given to speaking empty ones, but words are much more effective with actions behind them. She uncrosses her legs and uses his hands to pull herself standing, not wanting to let go.
On her feet, she's closer to him now, but not close enough. Standing makes how their fingers are interlaced awkward; she lets go, only to rest her hands on his shoulders. She doesn't want to go slow — she's spent a year mourning Ronnie, a year with her life on hold. A year holding her breath. Her hands slide past his shoulders and around the back of his neck, and it's her turn to tug ever so gently. It's permission, it's asking, just short of a demand. ]