iv+rio, au where everything is okay. (/-\)
[muffled Satari crying in the distance]
He finds her hand against the bed sheets to grip it tight and she asks “Thomas?” to where he replies with “Just…can I?” in a tone that speaks his nervousness as if his shaking hand wasn’t doing so already.
She’s silent and he’s grateful because he’s too busy fighting his foolishness and his stubbornness, but now the internal war is ending because he’s realizing one thing and one thing only – and no, it isn’t how badly Ryoga will murder him if he ever finds out – it’s that Rio’s hand is warm, too warm in his own, and she’s smiling at him like she’s nervous and he’s cursing himself because damn it, he’s nervous too, but it works.
It works when he tightens his grip and holds his breath and finds her hand doing the same, fingers enclosing around his own as she breathes for him and he can’t hate her for it, not when he’s pissed at himself for giving her one more thing to carry that should be on his shoulders – he’s a man and he knows that he shouldn’t be this pathetic, he’s a man who isn’t much of one, but surely he must count for something because hey, she’s still smiling.