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on 2025-04-18 11:51 am (UTC)Instead, she's glad they're joking again. That they can take a moment to think of the tiny sparks of light in such a dark day. "Oh, so you were just pushing for that dance because you wanted to publically humilliate me?" She was delighted by how much easier that laugh had come out of him now. Still tired, but genuine on the way that those creases around his eyes show up.
She really adores those creases.
It had been a sweet dance. She had been clumsy and having to lead added pressure, but to Kate's own surprise his soft words had encouraged her to relax and let go. To go with the flow.
She is allowing herself to go with the flow now, too. Closing her own eyes to try and see what he sees, as Matt's fingertips start tracing her face for the first time. It's something intimate, but not something that feels wrong. In her heart, she knows they've earned this. Kate wants him to have it and Matt seems happy to take it.
"Hey," she breaths out in barely a whisper, the cheek leaning properly into his palm. Surely he will feel it, ther corner of her lips as her smile grows wider, how it pulls on that cheek.
And just like that, the power is gone.