To say he hadn't expected such a turn of events was an understatement. Their anger amd frustrations had obviously deflated into something more manageable, but that didn't immediately lend itself to them being intimate by any means again. Regardless of his surprise, Dory's body still naturally settled to better accommodate her; his legs straightened out, his hands moved to rest on her hips. This felt right, like after months of being thrown about into the universe he was home.
"I love you, too." He murmured, leaning so that his forehead rested upon hers. Had he ever told her as much before? He had to have, especially in the chaos surrounding her birthday. Even if Dory hadn't explicitly said it, his reaction had to have shown it, no? He didn't nearly commit murder for just anyone, after all.
"Let's get this right this time, okay?" They were both at fault for entirely different reasons, his worse than hers. He should have recognized how much pain she was still in. He should have spoken to her months ago instead of letting everything rot and fester. Dory turned his head to press a kiss to the palm of her hand before continuing with, "Whatever being right ends up meaning."
"I love you, too." He murmured, leaning so that his forehead rested upon hers. Had he ever told her as much before? He had to have, especially in the chaos surrounding her birthday. Even if Dory hadn't explicitly said it, his reaction had to have shown it, no? He didn't nearly commit murder for just anyone, after all.
"Let's get this right this time, okay?" They were both at fault for entirely different reasons, his worse than hers. He should have recognized how much pain she was still in. He should have spoken to her months ago instead of letting everything rot and fester. Dory turned his head to press a kiss to the palm of her hand before continuing with, "Whatever being right ends up meaning."