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She doesn’t know what this is between them.
Him, showing up like this.
Or her, allowing herself to lean on him.
There is no sentimentalism now. Not between them. There are no confessions of a greater love or everlasting promises. A terrible confusion lingers and twists. There are ghosts between them and old wounds. There is this thing. She reaches for his hand and he hesitates but accepts and doesn’t move away. And the world— this heartbreaking world— won’t stop spinning.
The Dark Days of Us – Chapter 2 – marcasite – Doctor Who (2005) [Archive of Our Own]