[ The couch creaks as Hellboy lowers himself down into it, being careful for the sake of Harley in his arms. It's not in the best state after so many months of having to cope with his weight as well as all the things Harley and her friends put it through, but it's familiar, worn into being comfortable, a reminder of home -- like so many things between them.
He tips his head against Harley's nuzzling of his jaw, reaching up to stroke her hair, his big right arm secure around her. ]
I know, baby. You've lost a lot of people. [ He drops a kiss against the side of her head, pausing for a moment to just take in the sweet floral scent of her shampoo and the familiar but more undefinable smell of her body. The possibility that one day they might -- no, that they probably will -- lose each other is a sweet bright pain, too sharp to examine, but too present to ignore. ]
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He tips his head against Harley's nuzzling of his jaw, reaching up to stroke her hair, his big right arm secure around her. ]
I know, baby. You've lost a lot of people. [ He drops a kiss against the side of her head, pausing for a moment to just take in the sweet floral scent of her shampoo and the familiar but more undefinable smell of her body. The possibility that one day they might -- no, that they probably will -- lose each other is a sweet bright pain, too sharp to examine, but too present to ignore. ]
You cared about her a lot, huh?