#yee ee

With a soft hum, she combed her hands through his hair, pausing slightly to brush her thumb against the scar edging along his temple. For once, she could say that he looked tired; slumped forward on the edge of the bed as she fixed his hair, eyes trained on his hand as he tried and tried again to clench it into a fist.Frown tugging at her lips, she leant forward to take his hand in her own, head settling on his shoulder.

“Ya know we don’t have to go tonight… At least not for long. Just show our faces for a bit then come home…”

Sarah trailed off, hand slipping away as she moved to kneel in front of her partner. Struggle for a moment to tie his bowtie, she settled with what she could do for the time being. Attempting a weary smile, her palm came to rest on his cheek, thumb running over the rough stubble. She was more than aware that he had begun to hate any big event, especially when he was struggling to rise to his feet or walk a few steps without a shuddering limp.He hated the stares. She hated how bitter miserable it was making him.