Grant squeezes her hand harder than he probably should, a residual power aura shimmering around his fingertips, but he knows she's stronger than him. He swallows hard, shifting a little on the bed, closing his eyes and turning his face to the side. He doesn't want her to see him cry, not now, not when there's so much at stake.
Damage finally looks up at her again, his face streaked with newly shed tears, his fingers remaining firmly wrapped about her hand. "We've...we've got to fix this," he finally says.
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Date: 2006-11-15 03:49 am (UTC)Damage finally looks up at her again, his face streaked with newly shed tears, his fingers remaining firmly wrapped about her hand. "We've...we've got to fix this," he finally says.