Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

He wanted to draw more comfort from the heat of her touch along his ear, and he wanted to believe her that he was in control. It might appear that way on the surface, too, but inside his mind and heart, it felt quite the opposite. What if something happened to her? What if he did something to hurt her? And even deeper down, pushing it's way to the surface was the question of what if he wasn't good enough for her. She seemed so gentle and pure, and he felt like he would ruin her with all of his heavy baggage. And whether or not he deserved to move on and find comfort, he didn't know. He was inclined (maybe even conditioned) to believe he didn't, but he didn't speak his fear out loud this time. One thing he was certain about was how much he wanted Eleni in his life—how much he wanted to be hers; his want was so great that it overshadowed all of his turmoil, making him actually believe that he might be able to be with her and just figure the rest out. He couldn't think of any words to offer her because there were none that seemed adequate. So he just released a heavy sigh, letting go of his fears for now and burying his face into the fur of her chest so that her scent surrounded him. He slowly nuzzled her, happy to stay right there forever.