[It's -- not what Ellie's expecting. All over again, Glimmer surprises her, by spilling everything out, putting her heart on the line, and just... fucking saying it.
Had this been before Joel's death, Ellie would have kissed her in a fucking heartbeat. Hell, she would have kissed her long before this, taken the plunge and damned the consequences, because life is too goddamn short.
... but she's not that person anymore. And frankly, she's not sure who she is now.
So Ellie reaches for her hands, and takes them both in hers, squeezing tightly, and just... lets those feelings rush between them. It's both terrifying and cathartic. It brings a lump to her throat, and she looks up and into Glimmer's eyes.]
Glimmer... I want to.
[Her voice catches, and she looks away, has to drag herself back, to look her in the eyes.]
But if I start something with the way I am right now, I'm gonna be a fucking disaster.
[The flashes come through, fractured pieces of that cold early morning, and Dina's tears, and the way she begged her to stay. The sinking, empty awfulness that says that Ellie didn't. The warm brown eyes of a little boy that she misses with a dry-socket, constant ache. How much they're still on her mind and in her heart, even if Dina -- rightfully -- wouldn't take her back.]
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Had this been before Joel's death, Ellie would have kissed her in a fucking heartbeat. Hell, she would have kissed her long before this, taken the plunge and damned the consequences, because life is too goddamn short.
... but she's not that person anymore. And frankly, she's not sure who she is now.
So Ellie reaches for her hands, and takes them both in hers, squeezing tightly, and just... lets those feelings rush between them. It's both terrifying and cathartic. It brings a lump to her throat, and she looks up and into Glimmer's eyes.]
Glimmer... I want to.
[Her voice catches, and she looks away, has to drag herself back, to look her in the eyes.]
But if I start something with the way I am right now, I'm gonna be a fucking disaster.
[The flashes come through, fractured pieces of that cold early morning, and Dina's tears, and the way she begged her to stay. The sinking, empty awfulness that says that Ellie didn't. The warm brown eyes of a little boy that she misses with a dry-socket, constant ache. How much they're still on her mind and in her heart, even if Dina -- rightfully -- wouldn't take her back.]