WHen you wake up, everyting is gonna be fine.

[saysweetprayers]

Now that she knows he exists, he doesn't just come in the night anymore. He comes in the middle of the day, in the afternoon, in the morning. He comes whenever it suits him, sometimes bringing little things to cheer her up or make hr smile, sometimes not.

This morning, he's laid out a breakfast in her sitting room floor, tea and cakes and eggs and other tasty things that he knows humans enjoy.

He won't be partaking in any of the food himself but he can have something else if he so chooses.

He smiles hen she walks in, waiting patiently to see her reaction

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[strangletheheart]

Justine's still smiling, her eyes closing at the kisses. She opens her eyes again watches his hands carefully, silently understanding the motions. She understands what it means, how much is means and she takes in a shaky breath.

"Love." she says gently.

Love's always been foreign territory to her. She can read about it, but feeling it is another thing. But maybe she's feeling it right now. Maybe she does love him. It's frightening and wonderful all at the same time.

She lifts her head to kiss him gently and smiles again. "I think... I.. do love you." she says finally. "Love's.. complicated, but I think I.. I do feel it for you."

[saysweetprayers]

He lets her hands go, his own tracing the lines of her arms and shoulders until they reach her neck again. He touches her face with a gentle finger and touches her throat with his other hand.

There are kisses and warmth and he keeps his hands on her as much as he can. He touches her and lets her know he's there and every so often, he moves, signing the word again.

Who knows what kind of love it is, Who knows if they can put a term to it beyond 'love'? It doesn't matter. Words, they aren't for him, not in the way that they are for other people.