[ Krouse's touch is like a meal for a starving person. Important, necessary, needed. Too much. It makes Noelle's skin buzz and her stomach churn, but those are both sensations she's long since grown used to. She won't let go.
Noelle buries her face into Krouse's newly-cropped hair, weaves her fingers into the fabric of his tank top. The first sob comes when Krouse cradles the back of her head, a place that hasn't been touched in two years. It sends a shudder down her shoulders, and when the tears come, she doesn't bother keeping them quiet. Krouse has seen Noelle destroy a city for nothing but grief and rage. He can stomach hearing her cry.
She holds Krouse like that for a while. In places like this - hospital rooms, prison cells, places to hold and store monsters - it doesn't really matter how long it is. Time is a luxury for other people. Noelle has more tears to get out, and eventually, those tears turn into words. ]
Should've done this sooner. Or told you why I couldn't. [ Her breath hitches; she keeps going. ] Didn't want things to get - [ A sob threatens to turn into a cold, choked burst of laughter. Noelle lets it. ] - weird. Fuck.
[ It's not that she's saying this to Krouse. It's more like: someone is here, and maybe they'll listen, and maybe Noelle will finally be understood. She'd like that, after everything. ]
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Noelle buries her face into Krouse's newly-cropped hair, weaves her fingers into the fabric of his tank top. The first sob comes when Krouse cradles the back of her head, a place that hasn't been touched in two years. It sends a shudder down her shoulders, and when the tears come, she doesn't bother keeping them quiet. Krouse has seen Noelle destroy a city for nothing but grief and rage. He can stomach hearing her cry.
She holds Krouse like that for a while. In places like this - hospital rooms, prison cells, places to hold and store monsters - it doesn't really matter how long it is. Time is a luxury for other people. Noelle has more tears to get out, and eventually, those tears turn into words. ]
Should've done this sooner. Or told you why I couldn't. [ Her breath hitches; she keeps going. ] Didn't want things to get - [ A sob threatens to turn into a cold, choked burst of laughter. Noelle lets it. ] - weird. Fuck.
[ It's not that she's saying this to Krouse. It's more like: someone is here, and maybe they'll listen, and maybe Noelle will finally be understood. She'd like that, after everything. ]