[She does close the gap, but not in the way he might expect or hope for. Instead of a kiss she moves her hand from his neck only so she can slip her arm around his shoulders and hug him, her chin resting lightly on his shoulder.
It's an odd position, but she can't help these moments where all her sorrow and hope for their future boils over into a need to touch, to hold, to show him he does matter. They're things she tried so hard to keep a handle on when they had the Bunker to return to, the Commander watching over them to keep 9S in line.
She has a freedom here that she never did before, one he'll never really see the depths of because she'll never tell him this is her very last chance, and even when he's calling attention to that very thing she can't be honest, not in the way he wants.
But she can give him something else.]
I meant what I said. Don't twist it into something negative.
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It's an odd position, but she can't help these moments where all her sorrow and hope for their future boils over into a need to touch, to hold, to show him he does matter. They're things she tried so hard to keep a handle on when they had the Bunker to return to, the Commander watching over them to keep 9S in line.
She has a freedom here that she never did before, one he'll never really see the depths of because she'll never tell him this is her very last chance, and even when he's calling attention to that very thing she can't be honest, not in the way he wants.
But she can give him something else.]
I meant what I said. Don't twist it into something negative.