That Loki does not speak is unsurprising. After all, anything that has meaning is too large and raw, and anything else seems so small as to be distasteful. The idea of conversation for the sake of conversation, previously so easily enjoyed, rings hollow. And so, silence.
The offer of his hand though, that is both unexpected and something Alexandrie does not quite know how to deal with. There is a quiet intimacy to the gesture that would nearly pain her even without what had happened lurking behind everything; despite all else she has done, she has never in her life held a lover’s hand without it being a purposeful move in whatever game she was playing at the time—when she did it at all.
But she has not the heart to leave him alone in anything right now, which grants her the small courage necessary to extend her own to rest it in his.
(Despite the halting initial movement, it will not be long before she shifts herself towards him, close enough that she can lean to lay her head against his shoulder.)
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The offer of his hand though, that is both unexpected and something Alexandrie does not quite know how to deal with. There is a quiet intimacy to the gesture that would nearly pain her even without what had happened lurking behind everything; despite all else she has done, she has never in her life held a lover’s hand without it being a purposeful move in whatever game she was playing at the time—when she did it at all.
But she has not the heart to leave him alone in anything right now, which grants her the small courage necessary to extend her own to rest it in his.
(Despite the halting initial movement, it will not be long before she shifts herself towards him, close enough that she can lean to lay her head against his shoulder.)