Mia watches him for a moment, a barrier of uncertainty between them as Alex's panic clouds the space. Her face does change, finally, though very subtly; the softening of her eyes, the ever-so-slight tilt up of her brows. She feels for him some fears that she didn't even think to feel for herself, and even though they edge at her mind from Alex's own panic, she's more concerned for him right now.
She bridges the space between them, grasps his wrist, takes his hand into hers and maintains that eye contact he's made. She doesn't try to stop his tremors or hold him still, just to link, just to connect.]
Then you've got to keep fighting for them, don't you? And for yourself.
You've got to believe this isn't the end. That it won't be the end.
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Mia watches him for a moment, a barrier of uncertainty between them as Alex's panic clouds the space. Her face does change, finally, though very subtly; the softening of her eyes, the ever-so-slight tilt up of her brows. She feels for him some fears that she didn't even think to feel for herself, and even though they edge at her mind from Alex's own panic, she's more concerned for him right now.
She bridges the space between them, grasps his wrist, takes his hand into hers and maintains that eye contact he's made. She doesn't try to stop his tremors or hold him still, just to link, just to connect.]
Then you've got to keep fighting for them, don't you? And for yourself.
You've got to believe this isn't the end. That it won't be the end.