[Wade stares at her as she folds in on herself, his heart pounding with terror. He's never seen her like this before-- hell, he never realized she could just completely fall apart like this. How could he be so stupid? He'd spent all this time asserting that she more than just her status as a Cardinal and yet this display of grief for her best friend's death completely snows him.]
Oh... oh, Cat... please don't... don't...
[Wade's words hold a mixture of fear and pain; his voice is rough and broken. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions-- doesn't think how anything but detachment could potentially completely change their professional relationship, if it hadn't been changed already. He doesn't even consider that maybe she would like to be alone as she had been last time, when he'd caught her crying with relief at his return.
He can't be detached anymore. All he's aware of, all he cares about in this moment... is her.
His arms wrap themselves around her, pulling her flush against his chest while his hands nestle deep into that hair, that beautiful golden hair that he's ashamed to admit he's dreamed about touching on numerous occasions.]
It's okay... I'm here. I know it hurts. I know.
[It's really the most honest thing he can say. How can he say anything else? How can he possibly lie to her and say things were going to be all right when his own tears are spilling freely and silently down his face? When the thought of Abel being dead brings more pain to him than any wound could ever inflict? He doesn't possess enough of an assassin's heart to be false with her like that.
He merely stands there, holding her tightly, and the only indication that his repose has broken at all is the slight but unmistakable hitching of his chest.]
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Oh... oh, Cat... please don't... don't...
[Wade's words hold a mixture of fear and pain; his voice is rough and broken. He doesn't think about the consequences of his actions-- doesn't think how anything but detachment could potentially completely change their professional relationship, if it hadn't been changed already. He doesn't even consider that maybe she would like to be alone as she had been last time, when he'd caught her crying with relief at his return.
He can't be detached anymore. All he's aware of, all he cares about in this moment... is her.
His arms wrap themselves around her, pulling her flush against his chest while his hands nestle deep into that hair, that beautiful golden hair that he's ashamed to admit he's dreamed about touching on numerous occasions.]
It's okay... I'm here. I know it hurts. I know.
[It's really the most honest thing he can say. How can he say anything else? How can he possibly lie to her and say things were going to be all right when his own tears are spilling freely and silently down his face? When the thought of Abel being dead brings more pain to him than any wound could ever inflict? He doesn't possess enough of an assassin's heart to be false with her like that.
He merely stands there, holding her tightly, and the only indication that his repose has broken at all is the slight but unmistakable hitching of his chest.]