[ With the way she was looking at him, he couldn't have lied if he had wanted to. Their past would always hurt to a degree, but he couldn't ignore what was standing right in front of him. He would have been a fool to turn her away.
He closed his eyes at her touch, the feeling of her fingers on his skin bringing warmth to his heart despite how cold they were. When he opened his eyes again, they focused in on her eye patch. He wouldn't let himself feel it before, but that someone had hurt her in such a way made him sick. He quickly focused his attention back to her functioning eye, hoping she hadn't noticed him looking. It wasn't as if he thought it made her any less beautiful.
He took her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers, holding out his arm toward a nearby door. ]
After you.
[ He wasn't just saying that to be a gentleman. He had no idea where she wanted to go. ]
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He closed his eyes at her touch, the feeling of her fingers on his skin bringing warmth to his heart despite how cold they were. When he opened his eyes again, they focused in on her eye patch. He wouldn't let himself feel it before, but that someone had hurt her in such a way made him sick. He quickly focused his attention back to her functioning eye, hoping she hadn't noticed him looking. It wasn't as if he thought it made her any less beautiful.
He took her hand and interlocked his fingers with hers, holding out his arm toward a nearby door. ]
After you.
[ He wasn't just saying that to be a gentleman. He had no idea where she wanted to go. ]