[He gives a long, slow exhale. An attempted release of tension, of the sick, horrible feeling in his stomach that things have been fucked up for them for the rest of their lives now. That there's no going back from any of this. ]
[This time, when Ashley reaches up, she does put her hands on his cheeks. She's not going to force him to look at her, but... it's contact, a comfort she's sure he needs right now.]
I am. We screwed up with a lot of things in the past, but we're different now. Nobody's going to let that happen again.
[He tenses, just for a moment. This is still so new, this closeness. He;s still coming to terms that it's happening. The panic only lasts a second, before he closes his eyes, leaning into it. Taking the strength he can from her. ]
[The barest hint of a smile crosses Ashley's face, and she lets the thumb of her unbloodied hand run across his cheek. Maybe it's a bit forward, a bit inappropriate, but... he needs this contact. This comfort. Awkwardness will just have to be shoved to the side for now.]
[That feels so nice. More to the point, it feels right. One of the few right things he's experienced in the last twenty four hours. He opens his eyes, offering a small smile. ]
[Maybe it's too forward. Inappropriate, even. The full scope of their trauma hasn't even really settled in completely yet. But that brief smile... it tugs at something inside of Ashley, and the desire - the need - to keep comforting Chris is just too much.]
... C'mere.
[Her hands move from his cheeks back to his shoulders, and with the gentlest tug - more than enough to resist or pull back from if he doesn't like it - pulls him towards her and down a little, so she can wrap him up in a hug.]
[He does, indeed, need to bend a little what with the awkward height difference and all, but that hug is more than welcome. It's something true, something solid. After a night of crap that should only exist in bad horror movies, he welcomes something he knows is real.
He returns the hug, giving her a gentle squeeze and taking a few, deep centring breaths. He doesn't know if they're going to be okay after all of this. Hell, he doesn't even know if they'll learn how to cope with it at all. But so long as he knows Ashley is safe, that she's alive, then not all is lost. There's still a glimmer of hope in an otherwise exceptionally shitty world.]
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I really hope you're right on that one, Ash.
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I am. We screwed up with a lot of things in the past, but we're different now. Nobody's going to let that happen again.
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One for all and all for one, right?
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Exactly. And that's how it should be from now on.
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Yeah. It really should.
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... C'mere.
[Her hands move from his cheeks back to his shoulders, and with the gentlest tug - more than enough to resist or pull back from if he doesn't like it - pulls him towards her and down a little, so she can wrap him up in a hug.]
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He returns the hug, giving her a gentle squeeze and taking a few, deep centring breaths. He doesn't know if they're going to be okay after all of this. Hell, he doesn't even know if they'll learn how to cope with it at all. But so long as he knows Ashley is safe, that she's alive, then not all is lost. There's still a glimmer of hope in an otherwise exceptionally shitty world.]