confusion builds in her throat. does he mean that? is this a trick? what is this salty discharge from my eyes?
she doesn’t deserve this. she didn’t do anything.
in the thirty-ish years raised around henry spencer one thing she learned is that affection never came without work. praise was a reward.
in those same years, maddy juarez had sometimes recounted stories from patients; one thing she learned from that is that everyone shows love differently.
but also that love isn’t supposed to be earned.
she makes a face ( that pinched up sad face people do when they’re about to really cry– you know the one ) before closing the space between them. hades is warm. he’s always warm; outside and in.
tears are burning begging to fall. she tightens her arms around his shoulders and burrows into his neck.