Sitting there, alone in the dark under a sky full of stars, Connected to Darcy like this, Ford was shocked to find that he really was on the verge of crying. With a lump in his throat and tears prickling behind closed eyelids, he wondered why. And, finally, he got it. Acceptance, and in a way, forgiveness. She knew who he was, and she accepted him, forgave him his past when he was unable to. He had no need to hide from her, she loved him for everything he was. It was something she had tried to get across to him for a long time, that he hadn't been ready for. It was a balm for a damaged soul.
He hugged her tighter still. "Thank you," he whispered, voice thick.
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Date: 2012-11-17 01:20 am (UTC)He hugged her tighter still. "Thank you," he whispered, voice thick.