[She nods as if to confirm it again, and turns around so slowly that it feels like she's moving through cement. It's all uphill until she's halfway there, and from there on it's as easy as letting herself fall against him. It isn't easy, admitting defeat never has been easy for Mako; it's not a relief either, since she hasn't depended of a person like this is such a long time.
But she hides against him, because there's not another word for it. Her head fits under his chin, one leg fits between his, until she's curled and tangled in him, like a baby with a safety blanket.]
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But she hides against him, because there's not another word for it. Her head fits under his chin, one leg fits between his, until she's curled and tangled in him, like a baby with a safety blanket.]
Is this okay?