It was words like that and that face that made her worry, but Laurel didn't say anything, she just sat there, her hand on his arm for encouragement, wanting him to talk some more.
It wasn't that he wanted to pour his heart out. In fact, he just wanted to wash away the bitter sting that had nagged at him all day. Today he wasn't sad. Today he was angry at the world and how cruel it was. How the best people never made it.
Laurel leaned over, she kissed his cheek lightly and laid her head on his shoulder. She wanted to tell him it will be okay, but will it? She wanted to tell him that Tommy wouldn't want him to be so hard on himself, but yet, she was doing the same thing. She wanted to tell him the island is over, he was home, with her, but she thought it was selfish to place herself on the pedal-stool. Most of all she wanted to tell him that she loved him, but now was not the time.
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He squeezed her hand.
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ooc: here, have a crossover