[Her answer is instant. Him. Ben is what makes her feel safest. His being here, his warmth, even the file tucked under his arm. She trusts him, but that's not enough; she trusts things she shouldn't trust all the time. More than that, she knows on a level logical, emotional, and soul-deep that he is worthy of her trust.]
[If he leaves, she doesn't know what's going to happen.]
[Her hands clench tight on each other, her knuckles going white.]
It's not . . . [Whispers, barely audible.] It's not vague, o-or illogical. It's just.
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[Her answer is instant. Him. Ben is what makes her feel safest. His being here, his warmth, even the file tucked under his arm. She trusts him, but that's not enough; she trusts things she shouldn't trust all the time. More than that, she knows on a level logical, emotional, and soul-deep that he is worthy of her trust.]
[If he leaves, she doesn't know what's going to happen.]
[Her hands clench tight on each other, her knuckles going white.]
It's not . . . [Whispers, barely audible.] It's not vague, o-or illogical. It's just.
Not a thing. It's just you.