It hurts to watch him go, wanting to touch him as much as she does. It hurts to know, all it would take is a few steps, and she could be in his arms.
But it doesn't hurt as much as the thought of giving up on getting back to Molly.
The door closes behind him, and her face crumples. She blinks back the tears, not making a sound. She's just tired. Tired and worn thin, and the last thing she needs to do is lose her grip here, in this place.
"Just breathe," she tells herself. "Just breathe."
By the time he gets out, she's tidied up and made them both another cup of hot tea. It might have been easier to leave while he was in the shower, but it never even occurred to her.
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But it doesn't hurt as much as the thought of giving up on getting back to Molly.
The door closes behind him, and her face crumples. She blinks back the tears, not making a sound. She's just tired. Tired and worn thin, and the last thing she needs to do is lose her grip here, in this place.
"Just breathe," she tells herself. "Just breathe."
By the time he gets out, she's tidied up and made them both another cup of hot tea. It might have been easier to leave while he was in the shower, but it never even occurred to her.