[Rory pauses with his hands on her shoulders once she's sat down, still looking awkward; probably it's because he still feels uncomfortable having bared his soul in front of her the way he just did, a bit ashamed at having shown so much painful emotion.
Then he leans forward and brushes his lips against her forehead. He might never say it, but he's grateful beyond words for her today. She's put up with a lot from him--and it *means* a lot, to him. He's not so sure the old Amy would have been so gentle and patient and understanding]
I'll be right back.
[he gently squeezes her shoulders before disappearing back into the bathroom. There's the brief sound of running water, and then a space of silence too long for Rory to bring a glass of water back, or even drink a small glass on the spot and leave the cup behind. But then he's back, bringing a half-full small glass with him, setting it on his bedside table and sighing before sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her, shoulders slumped]
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Then he leans forward and brushes his lips against her forehead. He might never say it, but he's grateful beyond words for her today. She's put up with a lot from him--and it *means* a lot, to him. He's not so sure the old Amy would have been so gentle and patient and understanding]
I'll be right back.
[he gently squeezes her shoulders before disappearing back into the bathroom. There's the brief sound of running water, and then a space of silence too long for Rory to bring a glass of water back, or even drink a small glass on the spot and leave the cup behind. But then he's back, bringing a half-full small glass with him, setting it on his bedside table and sighing before sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her, shoulders slumped]