Date: 2007-10-19 09:15 am (UTC)
Her fingers stayed softly on his wrist as he turned it, tracing scarred and undamaged skin both.

"Well, yeah. But to make a gamble you have to be able to see that it's there to be made."

(My capacity for invention is flash hot stark she'd thought once, rather bitterly. Sucker sunshade. Disembodied radar-reconnaissance. Not to mention the recipes. Pity about the rest of me.)

"You also have to go ahead and do it. Without going gibbering and helpless with fear or pain, like..." She rubbed the base of his thumb, her head bowed a little. "Not that that's much of a comfort afterwards. But at least you get to have an afterwards in which to try not to think about it."
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