[ She doesn't fight him when he pulls her into another hug, nor does she pull back at all, though there is admittedly a small pang of disappointment that he doesn't say it back. She knows why, of course, and she does know how he feels about her — confirmed outwardly with a nod as well — but it still stings a bit not to hear him say it now. It's part of the complication of her, of them, though, of having gotten this tangled up in one another despite the best of intentions to just be friends.
It was a failed mission from the start, truth be told, something that she's realized recently, though it seems unimportant to actually voice that out loud. Especially today of all days.
Both arms stay wrapped tight around him, her face burying into his shoulder this time, unwilling to let go. Feeling the beat of Poe's heart against her chest, the warmth of his body long since chased away the chill of her own... It's the only thing she can think of that could offer any semblance of comfort right now. And he seems just as disinclined to separate from her. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Maybe she's apologizing for her admission, for making things more complicated than they'd already become, or maybe she's apologizing again for Finn's disappearance. Probably both. Either way, the words are mumbled and still broken, very likely lost against the fabric of his shirt. ]
[ It hurts to know how Clary feels, even if he can't see her face he knows, and somehow it's just sharper when he could echo those words back to her and he would be telling nothing but the truth, but then holding it back was never about saving himself from having to face uncomfortable realities, it's all about commitments he's made, and others that he can't. As tangled up and messy as things might be, when they're face to face with it, he couldn't live with himself if he felt like he was stringing her along, giving her hope for something that might never happen. He knows better than to say that anything's impossible, but as things are he can only give her so much. And she deserves everything.
He wants to tell her that. He wants to tell her that he's sorry, but it's all way too much right now, the words just aren't there yet. Still, he's shaking his head at her apology, his breath catching sharply in his throat before he manages to let it out. Somehow he manages to slip a hand to the side of her face, his fingertips stroking over her jawline before gently tipping her face back up toward him, so that he can press a soft kiss to her lips while cupping her cheek. Maybe he can't tell her everything that he's feeling right now, but there's at least one thing that he has to say, if nothing else. ]
Don't be. [ He squeezes his other arm tighter around her waist. ] I'm glad that you're here.
[ No matter how complicated or messy it might be. He still wants to be with her. ]
[ Clary doesn't resist when he guides her face up, though she doesn't open her eyes, the tightness of her throat all that much worse after hearing Poe's breath catch like that. It works out, though, as his lips find hers, a kiss she returns easily before pressing her forehead to his. One of her own hands untangles from him to wipe at the cheek he's not cupping, although it admittedly does very little to dry her tears, even if they're coming somewhat slower now. ]
I'll be here however long you want me to be, Poe. [ Even she can hear how that sounds, especially on the coattails of her earlier admission — and maybe some part of her means it that way. But she says it to confirm that she's here with him, physically, for as long as he needs, that she won't leave him alone as he tries to deal with the loss of Finn.
Her hand settles on his chest, palm pressed to the spot above his heart, fingers curling some against the fabric there. Sniffling again, Clary opens her eyes, though she doesn't pull back to look at him properly; instead, she keeps her gaze low on his lips, though she's not even fully seeing them anyway. ]
I'm glad you were the one to tell me. [ It feels important to acknowledge that, since she hadn't had a chance earlier. ]
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It was a failed mission from the start, truth be told, something that she's realized recently, though it seems unimportant to actually voice that out loud. Especially today of all days.
Both arms stay wrapped tight around him, her face burying into his shoulder this time, unwilling to let go. Feeling the beat of Poe's heart against her chest, the warmth of his body long since chased away the chill of her own... It's the only thing she can think of that could offer any semblance of comfort right now. And he seems just as disinclined to separate from her. ]
I'm sorry.
[ Maybe she's apologizing for her admission, for making things more complicated than they'd already become, or maybe she's apologizing again for Finn's disappearance. Probably both. Either way, the words are mumbled and still broken, very likely lost against the fabric of his shirt. ]
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He wants to tell her that. He wants to tell her that he's sorry, but it's all way too much right now, the words just aren't there yet. Still, he's shaking his head at her apology, his breath catching sharply in his throat before he manages to let it out. Somehow he manages to slip a hand to the side of her face, his fingertips stroking over her jawline before gently tipping her face back up toward him, so that he can press a soft kiss to her lips while cupping her cheek. Maybe he can't tell her everything that he's feeling right now, but there's at least one thing that he has to say, if nothing else. ]
Don't be. [ He squeezes his other arm tighter around her waist. ] I'm glad that you're here.
[ No matter how complicated or messy it might be. He still wants to be with her. ]
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I'll be here however long you want me to be, Poe. [ Even she can hear how that sounds, especially on the coattails of her earlier admission — and maybe some part of her means it that way. But she says it to confirm that she's here with him, physically, for as long as he needs, that she won't leave him alone as he tries to deal with the loss of Finn.
Her hand settles on his chest, palm pressed to the spot above his heart, fingers curling some against the fabric there. Sniffling again, Clary opens her eyes, though she doesn't pull back to look at him properly; instead, she keeps her gaze low on his lips, though she's not even fully seeing them anyway. ]
I'm glad you were the one to tell me. [ It feels important to acknowledge that, since she hadn't had a chance earlier. ]