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"You're being a giant hypocrite by saying that." Dawson she just read your mind.

Not even close - and she was better off not reading his mind, for so many multiple reasons. This time, it had just coincided easily with what he'd been thinking, because she felt the same way. "But the difference is, you can live without me, Dawson. You'd be fine. Sad, and probably angry at me, but I know you'd be fine. So it's easier for me to forget that I was being a giant hypocrite, too." She quirked a smile on one side of her face. "But I already apologized. Like ten times. And so did you." She reached out, patting his cheek fondly.

"You know, Dawson, these moments are nice and all, but." The smile quirked back down. "When you leave me. When I get scared." Her brow furrowed, and her thoughts jumbled. Something did not want her to discuss this with him. "When things go wrong. I don't know. Something's wrong. I wish I could be as strong and calm as I am when you hold me, but all the time. And that's not possible. But, I mean, it has to be."

She couldn't express in words how broken she was, and he couldn't help heal those broken parts with hugs and affection.

"Ssssort of. I don't know how to explain it. I mean, literally. I don't know how to explain it. So then I just don't." Her eyelids fluttered closed, and she settled into the inevitable relish of his hands stroking her arm. It lulled her, just as he always did, into a sense of false security. It kept her from thinking too much. It kept her happy.

Her lips parted, and she let out a content, blissful sigh. She wished it could always be like this.

"Forget it." She whispered breathlessly. "It's not important." It was. She just liked the way he made her feel better than the frustration of trying to figure out what was wrong.

She tried to open her eyes again, but they only fluttered and remained closed. Her arms slung up around his sides, wrapping around him just as firmly as she would any of the teddy bears on her bed. "I want to believe that." She admitted, because that was as good as she could do. It seemed Dawson was just plagued with women (or things dressed as women) who had trouble believing what was right in front of them. Or, perhaps, they just had trouble understanding how anyone could care, at all.

Either way, Dawson was in for a whole lot of arguing.

Just not right now.

"Come here." She muttered, patting the bed behind her. "You promised you'd wrap me up. I need a Dawson blanket."

She'd never seen someone sink so deep into her soft bed, and her expression brightened with honest, painfully innocent amusement. He was so giving. He didn't have to do any of this, he never had to give up all of his time for the people he cared about, but he always did. He always did.

He held his arms out to wrap her up in, and she couldn't help but grin as she curled up into his offer and lost herself in the warmth and softness of his body. He was the perfect hugger - perhaps he'd always known that, and wanted so desperately to use his best assets to help others. This was his gift, just as Maebe's was being gorgeous, obviously.

She snickered into the hollow of his neck when the thought filtered through her brain, and then curled up greedily around him.

"Thank you, Sir Dawson." She muttered, as her body slowly relaxed each muscle, one by one. She inhaled, and she could smell him, slightly pungent in that sweaty man kind of way. It reminded her of something, but she couldn't place her finger on it. "I leave House Grace in your capable hands."

"S'okay." She grumbled, already dizzy with exhaustion. "Could listen to you snore every night."

And she hated actual sleeping with other people. So that meant something.