"Of course," it's automatic even as she's looking down at it. The whole idea that she wouldn't -- after what he's done. That he found it. An address. That he thinks he found Lucy Ripley, and he wouldn't give her anything he was less than mostly sure about. Even without this, even with as bad as things had been since what happened, she was never going to leave. Not leave Haven. Not leave him.
She has to look back at him, back away from the paper, to make sure he knows she's serious. Even with everything suddenly blown and shaken all around her, that hasn't changed. That hadn't changed. It couldn't. "You know, no matter what she says or--" Which could be almost anything, of the millions of things she dreamed and dreaded. But he couldn't doubt that, she couldn't let him. "--or what happens, I'm coming back."
Even those answer to all the questions couldn't keep her from coming back. To Haven. To. To him. No one else. No one else would have done something like this for her. Just him.
Just Nathan standing there, staring at her with an intensity nothing else touched. One that seemed almost impossible to read. Except that wasn't true. Even held back, she knew the things it wasn't. The things it sometimes hid, and it makes the next words come out stronger, because he has to understand, how true it is, how unshakeble. "I promise."
But that's not enough. It wasn't enough to promise. I wasn't enough to mean it. Those two words didn't mean enough, they did mean what she hadn't said before;
It's barely a thought, to finally use the words he said first. "You aren't just my partner either."
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Date: 2018-06-29 02:14 am (UTC)She has to look back at him, back away from the paper, to make sure he knows she's serious. Even with everything suddenly blown and shaken all around her, that hasn't changed. That hadn't changed. It couldn't. "You know, no matter what she says or--" Which could be almost anything, of the millions of things she dreamed and dreaded. But he couldn't doubt that, she couldn't let him. "--or what happens, I'm coming back."
Even those answer to all the questions couldn't keep her from coming back. To Haven. To. To him.
No one else. No one else would have done something like this for her. Just him.
Just Nathan standing there, staring at her with an intensity nothing else touched. One that seemed almost impossible to read. Except that wasn't true. Even held back, she knew the things it wasn't. The things it sometimes hid, and it makes the next words come out stronger, because he has to understand, how true it is, how unshakeble. "I promise."
But that's not enough. It wasn't enough to promise. I wasn't enough to mean it.
Those two words didn't mean enough, they did mean what she hadn't said before;
It's barely a thought, to finally use the words he said first. "You aren't just my partner either."