[ He won't lie, to hear her tell him that she loves him that she wants them to work, that this is how things stand for her -- it lets him breathe. Because it's like he hasn't been breathing lately.
Tendo looks up from his hands, feels the way her fingers are fisted on the back of his shirt and he can't say a thing, wouldn't know what to say, really. If she'd decided otherwise he would have gladly let her go, because if she had to leave him for someone else, he'd be glad it was Yancy. Yes, the guy who is supposedly his best friend, someone who shouldn't have done this, but nobody's a saint, at least he'd know Alison would be in good hands.
He wraps his arms around Alison then, his head pressed against the towel wrapped around her, his shoulders shaking because he loves her a whole damn lot and it hurt to walk away but when you love someone set them free, right? And if they come back. Well. ]
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Tendo looks up from his hands, feels the way her fingers are fisted on the back of his shirt and he can't say a thing, wouldn't know what to say, really. If she'd decided otherwise he would have gladly let her go, because if she had to leave him for someone else, he'd be glad it was Yancy. Yes, the guy who is supposedly his best friend, someone who shouldn't have done this, but nobody's a saint, at least he'd know Alison would be in good hands.
He wraps his arms around Alison then, his head pressed against the towel wrapped around her, his shoulders shaking because he loves her a whole damn lot and it hurt to walk away but when you love someone set them free, right? And if they come back. Well. ]