[She doesn't just see him shift closer, she can feel it like a rope being pulled, drawing him nearer. It makes her heart race and, at the same time, a tension in her shoulders start to ease.

She only just hears his confession. The smile that comes threatens to split her face, breaks her heart in the best way possible...but she says nothing. It's enough that he's said it out loud...]

I kissed him. The first day, I met with him, and I kissed him...and just for a second, for one second...he let me.

[She sighs, frowning a little as she looks down herself.]

Then he tried to choke me out and scare me. Told me he didn't want me when I said I still loved him. But it wasn't true, I could smell it. That part of him, the one we love? It's still there, and he's terrified of it.

We just have to show him he doesn't have to be afraid.