[ He loves having her against him in this way. It feels right, comfortable, easy. It feels all the things he didn't think he'd get to feel, here, pushing his life away to try and make it better, without actually facing it. There are parts of him that wishes he'd made a different decision - make it about Joe, instead of letting his wish be selfish.
But then he looks down at the girl in his arms and he can't imagine doing it any differently. This is perfect - she is perfect, in all the ways she isn't. She is perfect for him, making him want to be a better person, every single time she looks at him. He didn't think he would get to meet someone like Isabelle. ]
Yeah, it was hard. [ Despite everything, it was tough for him too. He had to come to terms with the fact that he probably wouldn't see Joe again. ] You've been a lot more than what I expected, though. [ His voice is soft, too, genuine, as he presses the words to the top of her head. ]
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But then he looks down at the girl in his arms and he can't imagine doing it any differently. This is perfect - she is perfect, in all the ways she isn't. She is perfect for him, making him want to be a better person, every single time she looks at him. He didn't think he would get to meet someone like Isabelle. ]
Yeah, it was hard. [ Despite everything, it was tough for him too. He had to come to terms with the fact that he probably wouldn't see Joe again. ] You've been a lot more than what I expected, though. [ His voice is soft, too, genuine, as he presses the words to the top of her head. ]