[His smile doesn’t fade, exactly. Goes more thoughtful, perhaps, more complicated. But it does stay as he considers her words, as he supports her on their way to the basement. There is only so long Zelda can stay upright, he knows, so it’s important to keep moving — but just as important, maybe, to comfort her in the way that she needs. In the way that she’s so carefully asking for.]
[After a few pensive moments, he shakes his head.]
I won’t hold it against you, of course. But more than that, I don’t think either of us need . . . masterful prose. Do we? Not when we know.
[Know . . . Oh, there’s so much. He hums quietly, eyes on the movements of their feet, and makes sure his hip is aligned with Zelda’s, his shoulder with hers; that she can fall on him easily if she needs to.]
That you’re willing to do this with me at all . . . that says all that needs to be said. No speech can articulate that more clearly than we already know.
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[After a few pensive moments, he shakes his head.]
I won’t hold it against you, of course. But more than that, I don’t think either of us need . . . masterful prose. Do we? Not when we know.
[Know . . . Oh, there’s so much. He hums quietly, eyes on the movements of their feet, and makes sure his hip is aligned with Zelda’s, his shoulder with hers; that she can fall on him easily if she needs to.]
That you’re willing to do this with me at all . . . that says all that needs to be said. No speech can articulate that more clearly than we already know.