It's not the kind of silence that he's afraid of. He can hear the beat of her heart although it's more likely because he can feel it, but her breathing is leveling out rather than hitching, his own equally so.
Although, there's almost too much time between his words and her smile. It stretches his anxiety, and tendrils of worry begin to try and worm they way through his veins but then there's that look on her face, a hand over his chest and he lets out a soft half-laugh, leaning closer to kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the side of her face, settling by her ear.]
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It's not the kind of silence that he's afraid of. He can hear the beat of her heart although it's more likely because he can feel it, but her breathing is leveling out rather than hitching, his own equally so.
Although, there's almost too much time between his words and her smile. It stretches his anxiety, and tendrils of worry begin to try and worm they way through his veins but then there's that look on her face, a hand over his chest and he lets out a soft half-laugh, leaning closer to kiss the corner of her mouth, her cheek, the side of her face, settling by her ear.]
I love you, Riza Hawkeye.