[ It shames her. That he's the one offering her comfort when she's the one that tried to cut his throat. That he had to see her like that, bloody and grinning, hungry for the kill. It wouldn't have mattered if it was someone else. She's done terrible things in her long life — without the excuse of some toxin either. She's been a murderer, a thief, a cheat, and a liar. She lived a long, messy life before she ever met him. But when Rex looks at her, she wants —
She wants him to see someone worthwhile. Deserving of his love and his loyalty.
Her grip on him lingers for another long moment before she finally starts to pull back a little — just enough to look him in the eye, her gaze steady despite her shame. Her palms are rough when the come to press against his face, cupping the strong line of his jaw as she tips his head down towards her so that their noses almost brush. ]
I love you. [ A murmur, barely there at all. ] Can we go the fuck home?
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She wants him to see someone worthwhile. Deserving of his love and his loyalty.
Her grip on him lingers for another long moment before she finally starts to pull back a little — just enough to look him in the eye, her gaze steady despite her shame. Her palms are rough when the come to press against his face, cupping the strong line of his jaw as she tips his head down towards her so that their noses almost brush. ]
I love you. [ A murmur, barely there at all. ] Can we go the fuck home?