Seras wants to be upset. She wants to be angry in this moment, furious with this Norman person for hurting not just herself, but Bruno as well. What kind of maniac could bring themselves to hurt sweet Bruno? Furthermore, who else did that lunatic get his hands on? What other innocent person was he able to hurt because she couldn't stop him? She can't help but feel responsible for this, somehow, but--
But she can see Bruno trying to stave off those feelings, too. He's hurt in more ways than one, by someone he knows, someone who was a friend, and... he doesn't want to think about it right now. She thinks that maybe she shouldn't force him to. He's already curled up in his comfort zone and trying to calm down from it all, so it would certainly be rude to drudge up that panic all over again. Besides, her head's starting to feel as cloudy as the little blanket fort they're curled up in, so thinking is already becoming a little difficult as it stands.
"I'm... sorry I wasn't there to help." She sighs, turning to face him and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, slipping her arms around his middle. There's not much to him, sure, but damnit he's so warm...
"I'm just... so glad you're alright." Of course, she was less so, but... that's neither here nor there. She could ignore it, for now.
"You couldn't have known," Bruno murmurs, holding her snugly to him. Her face against his neck sends heat twirling lazily down his spine and he finds himself caught in an indecision. They're so warm here in this moment, this quiet, trembling point in time that could go in one of a multitude of directions. She can probably hear how his pulse has quickened, his breath coming a little harder around this pull of anticipation in his chest.
"I'm alright," he whispers, slipping warm fingers through her hair. "Are you?"
"I could have stopped him-- I... I tried to." She whimpers, gripping tight to the soft fabric of his ruana for just a moment before the tension in her shoulders releases and she just slumps uselessly against him with a sigh. She can't let herself get upset. She pulls back just enough to look up at him, offering him a sheepish smile.
"I'm... I'm okay, now. It's fine." She says softly, nodding her head, as if trying to reassure herself that this is true.
Seras leans in, bumping her nose against his with a hum. "As long as you're okay, I'm okay."
It always tugs a little painfully at his heart when people say they're alright even though they aren't. What made them have to hide their pain or sorrow? Are all worlds like his where you have no choice but to smile and keep going?
Best not to think on such things. There are much more immediate concerns. She's but a breath away, her scent filling his nose and wicking into his brain and he wonders if his own scent is as heavy as it feels.
"I am, I'm... more than okay, I'm..." His slow, whispered words trail off and his lips brush against hers, hot and soft and gentle. He goes still, hoping he hasn't overstepped, taking a breath to apologise.
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But she can see Bruno trying to stave off those feelings, too. He's hurt in more ways than one, by someone he knows, someone who was a friend, and... he doesn't want to think about it right now. She thinks that maybe she shouldn't force him to. He's already curled up in his comfort zone and trying to calm down from it all, so it would certainly be rude to drudge up that panic all over again. Besides, her head's starting to feel as cloudy as the little blanket fort they're curled up in, so thinking is already becoming a little difficult as it stands.
"I'm... sorry I wasn't there to help." She sighs, turning to face him and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, slipping her arms around his middle. There's not much to him, sure, but damnit he's so warm...
"I'm just... so glad you're alright." Of course, she was less so, but... that's neither here nor there. She could ignore it, for now.
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"I'm alright," he whispers, slipping warm fingers through her hair. "Are you?"
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"I'm... I'm okay, now. It's fine." She says softly, nodding her head, as if trying to reassure herself that this is true.
Seras leans in, bumping her nose against his with a hum. "As long as you're okay, I'm okay."
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Best not to think on such things. There are much more immediate concerns. She's but a breath away, her scent filling his nose and wicking into his brain and he wonders if his own scent is as heavy as it feels.
"I am, I'm... more than okay, I'm..." His slow, whispered words trail off and his lips brush against hers, hot and soft and gentle. He goes still, hoping he hasn't overstepped, taking a breath to apologise.