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[she looks better in the sense of presentation. cleaned up and braced for being perceived through elias' eyes. he remembers what he'd done after the SLC, in the looking through a fogged window sense. he wasn't ever done right by anyone, so he forced his hand on the world that did him wrong. god's hand, because god was gone and it was his responsibility to weigh justice on a scale of his own making.

he looks both ways like he's waiting for oncoming traffic, like amy is the one crossing a four-lane high-speed highway to reach him. physical affection is difficult for him when it isn't between sheets, and approaching her is as deliberate and calculated as a feral animal experiencing tenderness for the first time. elias steps toward her, unblinking and watchful, outstretching his hand first. he thinks of how roza or isolde likes to be held. how women like to be held. how his mother held him as a child.

hand caressing her cheek, then sweeping gently through her hair to cradle the back of her head, his other arm wraps around her waist to pull her in to his chest for an embrace. amy is a warm comfort in his arms.]