Okay. [ it's that simple. a weight off her shoulders, a crisis seemingly magically resolved by his own certainty and assured willingness to help her. he'll give her his jacket — not permanently, not the way malone had shrugged his own off his shoulders and draped it over hers, but for the time being — and he'll invite her in, he'll make sure she gets from point a to point b without bursting into flames.
it's more than caroline honestly thinks she deserves, especially after she'd been so aggressive in the dream they'd shared, practically demanding he let her tap his veins in the process. sure, she'd taken care of him afterwards, but she wouldn't have had to if she'd had better control.
guilt, insecurity, nerves — they threaten to capsize her, and for a moment, caroline only looks down at her hands, gently wringing together in her lap. ]
Are you just helping me because you're afraid of me?
[ she doesn't know what the answer is, but part of her knows what she hopes it's not. ]
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it's more than caroline honestly thinks she deserves, especially after she'd been so aggressive in the dream they'd shared, practically demanding he let her tap his veins in the process. sure, she'd taken care of him afterwards, but she wouldn't have had to if she'd had better control.
guilt, insecurity, nerves — they threaten to capsize her, and for a moment, caroline only looks down at her hands, gently wringing together in her lap. ]
Are you just helping me because you're afraid of me?
[ she doesn't know what the answer is, but part of her knows what she hopes it's not. ]