Athena lets go slower than he does, looking back at the edge a little with wide eyes. When she does let go, she steps back quickly, shying out of reach like a young horse spotting a rattlesnake.
Then she looks up at him. Really looks up at him. Studies his face with a kind of frightened fascination, now that she's close enough to see more than the general look of him. God, it's spooky. But she slammed into him, he's there and real, not something made up in her head.
There's so much that's right, but so much that's not. He is harder than Jeff. There's no question about that. It's a kind of hard she recognizes, though it runs deeper in him than it does in her. It makes her wonder how much he's lost, how awful the life he left behind was, whatever and whenever he left it.
Unconsciously, Athena reaches up toward that little spiderweb of scars across the side of his face, before yanking her hand back abruptly. Not that she's standing close enough that she could have touched it to begin with.
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Then she looks up at him. Really looks up at him. Studies his face with a kind of frightened fascination, now that she's close enough to see more than the general look of him. God, it's spooky. But she slammed into him, he's there and real, not something made up in her head.
There's so much that's right, but so much that's not. He is harder than Jeff. There's no question about that. It's a kind of hard she recognizes, though it runs deeper in him than it does in her. It makes her wonder how much he's lost, how awful the life he left behind was, whatever and whenever he left it.
Unconsciously, Athena reaches up toward that little spiderweb of scars across the side of his face, before yanking her hand back abruptly. Not that she's standing close enough that she could have touched it to begin with.
"Uh. Sorry."