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Just stays.
Matching.
That balance again.
“You make it easier,” I say.
“Easier to what?”
“Stay.”
That hits.
I see it in his eyes.
The way something in him locks in a little deeper.
“You don’t have to make it easy,” he replies.
“I know.”
A beat.
“But I want to.”
Silence settles around us again.
Soft.
Steady.
Not the kind I was raised to fear.
The kind I can finally breathe in.
His hand shifts slightly, still resting over mine, his presence solid beside me.
And for the first time in a long time—
I let myself lean.
Just a fraction.
Not collapsing.
Not depending.
Choosing.
My shoulder brushes his.
He doesn’t move away.
Doesn’t tense.
Just… stays.
And that’s all it takes.
