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A 'Point of View' episode addition, therefore containing spoilers for 'Point of View'. Feedback would be loved.
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The doors open.
Blue eyes widen before glancing away, at the floor.
He hesitates, wondering whether he should step inside. He's been avoiding her - with good reason - ever since...
He steps inside. He presses a button. The doors clunk shut.
New heights of awkwardness. Maybe, if they'd talked, it wouldn't be. Maybe, if they'd laughed at it, it wouldn't be.
He's not sure this is something they can laugh at.
And the two of them? They never talk. Not about that.
She keeps looking away; her gaze now focused on her boots.
It's ridiculous. He knows it's ridiculous. This isn't how she deals with anything; or at least it shouldn't be. She shouldn't feel embarrassed or awkward, like she can't even look at him.
God, why hadn't he pushed The Other Her away?
Movement stops.
Movement continues.
The doors open, and she executes a rapid escape - and that's exactly what it is; he has absolutely no doubt.
Which could be why his hand reaches out, the fingers clasping around her wrist. She jerks back around, those shocked eyes finally meeting his.
She doesn't say anything. She doesn't need to.
But for once, he does.
His fingers dig lightly into her skin. "She was grieving for her husband." It's not much of an explanation; he knows that. "She was grieving for her husband, and she looked like you. I couldn't just..." He shakes his head, his gaze dropping away from her face as he tries to understand *why* he couldn't.
Her wrist shifts beneath his hand, drawing his attention. He releases it regretfully, and is immediately surprised when her hand moves, wrapping around his until they fit together.
Confused, he nonetheless squeezes her hand.
She isn't smiling as he looks at her face, but as he meets her gaze just for a split second...
Movement stops.
And then movement continues.
~FINIS