She sighed slightly, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "I know, Sam," she said quietly. "I know you wouldn't."
Her brows furrowed and she slipped into his lap slowly, as if she wasn't sure if she had the right. Her hands came up and cupped his neck tentatively and she kissed his forehead softly. A warmth would spread from where her lips touched his skin, and she looked at him. "You're a good guy, Sam. A good person. Everything is okay. You're forgiven. You're good enough."
She flushed slightly, clearing her throat. "I'm not, really," she said quietly, not meeting his gaze, her brows furrowed. "You wouldn't feel this guilty if I had a stronger will. That's the reason why she... she was able to take over. She caught me off guard. I think she had been building her attack for a while."
"Yeah, but you're so much more than her." He paused before giving her a crooked smile. "I would prefer you any day."
His words seemed to have a strange effect on her and she seemed unsure how to take it, biting her lip as she avoided his gaze. "I'm... I'm not sure I am much more than her," she said quietly after a moment. "The pixie you fell in love with had her in her. We weren't really two separate entities. She had been the voice in my head for my entire life. Now it all just feels... silent. I know she was bad and malicious, but I can't help but feel the loss."
Her brow puckered as her lower lip trembled, and she was quiet for a minute, her head down, and he would get the distinct impression that she didn't want to talk for fear of crying. "How much longer is it going to take?" she asked eventually, her voice cracking despite her best efforts.
She said nothing for a moment before sniffling and swiping hastily at her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, standing up. "You were asleep and I woke you up and just started throwing things. Let's go to bed."
She looked down at him, her expression impossible to read. After a moment, she leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I would love that. Thank you."
