[ The longer the moment is drawn out, the more difficult it is for her, like any moment she expects to get cold feet and run back into the facility in a panic. She fights the urge to do so even now, though, and focuses instead on drawing as much strength from Steve as she possibly can.
Being this close helps, actually. It doesn't distract her nearly as much as she hoped it would, but he's warm and solid and she can feel his muscles beneath his clothes when her hands press into his chest and abdomen. For once, she feels like this is the best thing to be focusing on, just the feel of Steve's solid presence against her palms. Like that much is tangible and real, and everything else will just be things passing her by.
When he slows near the exit, she nearly gasps at the lump forming in her stomach, a tight knot that nearly makes her sick. She closes her eyes tightly until suddenly there's more light and she can feel the wind on her face, the sound of the people and the traffic around them— then she opens her eyes again.
She could probably think of a few inventive words to say to the sight of the city around her, but she's effectively rendered speechless. With her mouth open wide and eyes even wider still, she finds it nearly impossible to focus on a single thing happening, and it's sheer panic she has to thank for clinging even tighter to Steve, her whole body tense and unmoving. At least it means she won't fall down.
It's impossible. Everything... is so much. She can't even begin to point out all the small yet enormous things that are so shockingly different to her. Thankfully she doesn't have to; all she has to do is hold on until they reach Steve's flat. God, she can't wait until they're somewhere small, quiet and behind closed doors again. ]
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Being this close helps, actually. It doesn't distract her nearly as much as she hoped it would, but he's warm and solid and she can feel his muscles beneath his clothes when her hands press into his chest and abdomen. For once, she feels like this is the best thing to be focusing on, just the feel of Steve's solid presence against her palms. Like that much is tangible and real, and everything else will just be things passing her by.
When he slows near the exit, she nearly gasps at the lump forming in her stomach, a tight knot that nearly makes her sick. She closes her eyes tightly until suddenly there's more light and she can feel the wind on her face, the sound of the people and the traffic around them— then she opens her eyes again.
She could probably think of a few inventive words to say to the sight of the city around her, but she's effectively rendered speechless. With her mouth open wide and eyes even wider still, she finds it nearly impossible to focus on a single thing happening, and it's sheer panic she has to thank for clinging even tighter to Steve, her whole body tense and unmoving. At least it means she won't fall down.
It's impossible. Everything... is so much. She can't even begin to point out all the small yet enormous things that are so shockingly different to her. Thankfully she doesn't have to; all she has to do is hold on until they reach Steve's flat. God, she can't wait until they're somewhere small, quiet and behind closed doors again. ]