[Why can't she just believe what Yasha says here? Why can't she find any value in her own damn self? And why, despite all of this, is she just happy that Yasha is still here with her?]
'Mm glad you're here. Just, in-- in general. I'm glad you keep coming back.
[Beau isn't the kind of person to cry-- at least, she tries not to be. But she makes sure they're linked here, scooting forward and finally just lying her forhead on Yasha's shoulder.]
Can we just sit here for a bit? I'm so fuckin' tired.
(That's good, that Beau feels that way. It's good how her saying that makes Yasha feel too, if she's allowed to be selfish for a moment and enjoy a small part of this conversation. Especially when Beau scoots closer, and drops her forehead onto her shoulder, solid and warm. Yasha's breath catches.)
... Of course.
(She goes through the motion of raising an arm twice before she finally commits to it, resting her palm lightly against Beau's back and rubbing slowly, in a little circle. She'll sit here forever if it means that Beau will find a tiny bit of peace through the places they're both touching.)
I COULD SAY THAT FOR YOU TOO ok wrapped now ikfdhlugsdi
[If Beau opens her eyes, really takes the time to think about the feelings she's having right now, she'd probably barf up her own heart in t minus no seconds. Therefore, she's decided to simply Not Do This, by keeping her eyes closed, face pressed into Yasha's shoulder and just thinking about breathing in and out. Emotions? Don't know her.
Beau just responds with a grunt, and then decides to stop dealing with any of it, letting herself rest and be quiet. That, in itself, is enough.]
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[Why can't she just believe what Yasha says here? Why can't she find any value in her own damn self? And why, despite all of this, is she just happy that Yasha is still here with her?]
'Mm glad you're here. Just, in-- in general. I'm glad you keep coming back.
[Beau isn't the kind of person to cry-- at least, she tries not to be. But she makes sure they're linked here, scooting forward and finally just lying her forhead on Yasha's shoulder.]
Can we just sit here for a bit? I'm so fuckin' tired.
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(That's good, that Beau feels that way. It's good how her saying that makes Yasha feel too, if she's allowed to be selfish for a moment and enjoy a small part of this conversation. Especially when Beau scoots closer, and drops her forehead onto her shoulder, solid and warm. Yasha's breath catches.)
... Of course.
(She goes through the motion of raising an arm twice before she finally commits to it, resting her palm lightly against Beau's back and rubbing slowly, in a little circle. She'll sit here forever if it means that Beau will find a tiny bit of peace through the places they're both touching.)
I COULD SAY THAT FOR YOU TOO ok wrapped now ikfdhlugsdi
Beau just responds with a grunt, and then decides to stop dealing with any of it, letting herself rest and be quiet. That, in itself, is enough.]