lets him sleep in the tent cause he needs rest
his eyes are heavy as he stands outside the tent โ despite their constant bickering, heโd not refuse her the bedโฆ and if need be heโd stand all night or sleep in his chair. ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. before the night had hit, theyโd argued, it was getting worse he could tell, and heโd spent nights regretting the nasty words heโd spewed and even the little to nothingness he gave her in returnโฆ his mind was wandering and he couldn't beckon it back.
when she approached him, he saw in her eyes the softness and woman he had fallen in love with. sheโd never lost that, but sadness had glossed over any sort of emotion, showing itself through her rage โฆ she hadnโt changed. he had. he hung his head, in shame, in regretโฆ? he couldnโt tell, how could he make right that which he had torn down to ruin โ there was no way to repair the damage he had done. โ thank youโฆ molly. โ he responds, it's soft and quiet, he desperately wants to reach out to her but the voice in his head tells him heโs unworthy of this love, of this comfort. โ iโm sorry. โ he wants to say more, but for once, ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ.
unprompted , always accepting.
