She looked better than when he'd seen her on the streets, not that she hadn't been a sight for sore eyes. France kept carding his fingers through her hair, reveling in being able to, and reminding himself of the feel of it all over again.
That sense of comfort would hopefully return in time, but until then, he'd make himself take it slow. Show her the joys of the modern world. Teach her what she needed to know, and then more. He had no doubt she'd find a place in this world.
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Date: 2015-03-20 05:19 am (UTC)That sense of comfort would hopefully return in time, but until then, he'd make himself take it slow. Show her the joys of the modern world. Teach her what she needed to know, and then more. He had no doubt she'd find a place in this world.
"As have I, you."