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You love me? She says almost somberly it seems.

Yes, I do. Kynareth thinks instantly, resisting the fiery urge to say it back obsessively.

She’s so horribly unsure. Scared — is what he has no choice but to guess. As the tears well up in those captivating eyes of hers he feels heavily for her. His own fear raises within him — the slightest possibility that she doesn’t love him back. 

He watches her with obvious worry in his expression, trying to allow her to get her words out in her own time. He’s trying not to freak out. Not in a bad way, but he too, feels as if he’s about to cry. Lord, he hates crying.

So as her words strike him he looks at her incredulously. “Why not?” He asks seriously. “We can help each other, darling.” He looks down, bringing himself closer to her, pressing his cheek against her own. “I need it...” He whispers terribly. As if he is reflecting back on everything horrid he’s ever done. No doubt she’d be able to tell. “We can help each other.” He repeats again almost desperately.