[ she waits, ready for the moment he pulls away - either to usher him or console phillip, whichever comes first - when she notices the way he looks down at their son. thoughtful, yes, but something else. like sand falling through an hour glass, alexander's eyes move with each passing second, thinking and creating and doing this she is sure she will never understand.
but when he does speak up, his voice is quiet, contemplative, and she's struck with the humbling notion that these are thoughts only she is privy to. thoughts alexander has on his own. she lets alexander shrug her off, but keeps a watch on him, confused and unsure up until the moment he pulls phillip up into his arms.
to bed melts whatever resolve she might have had, a small smile pulling at her cheeks when alexander offers her that smile. ]
To bed, then. [ with a nod, and then she steps in behind him to follow them back to their bedroom, phillip in tow. ]
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but when he does speak up, his voice is quiet, contemplative, and she's struck with the humbling notion that these are thoughts only she is privy to. thoughts alexander has on his own. she lets alexander shrug her off, but keeps a watch on him, confused and unsure up until the moment he pulls phillip up into his arms.
to bed melts whatever resolve she might have had, a small smile pulling at her cheeks when alexander offers her that smile. ]
To bed, then. [ with a nod, and then she steps in behind him to follow them back to their bedroom, phillip in tow. ]