Faith listens to him talk, not interrupting just reaching her hands out to touch him, a comforting anchor to keep him grounded while he keeps talking. Faith's never really known love. Not really. There's the sort of love you have as a naive young teenager that perhaps she would have claimed was love at the time, but that hadn't been real. Just one more disappointment to add to a growing list.
Truthfully, Faith closed herself off from hoping for such things. Like Klaus had used to think and it's a mentality that Faith's still not left. Companionship is something she's more ready for, she thinks. It's not easy either, but its something she thinks she's the capacity for and the ability to accept. It's fear that keeps her from pursuing more. Fear of losing, as Klaus had lost. She's also aware that she's hardly the only person to share his bed, just as he's not the only one who shares hers. There's more to feelings than sex, of course. Still. Maybe she feels for him more strongly than anyone else in a long time and he's closer to her than anyone here-- but love? She's not sure. All she knows is that she hates to see him hurting and would fight Lucifer one on one to protect him.
She's lost her mother. Her watcher. Her childhood. Any semblance of her innocence. One more loss might be too much to bear.
"I'm sorry, Klaus..." Faith pulls him into a hug, not really having words enough to express how she felt and how much it pained her to see him in pain like this. The words she does choose feel stupid and hardly enough but it's all she's got.
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Date: 2020-09-25 02:52 am (UTC)Truthfully, Faith closed herself off from hoping for such things. Like Klaus had used to think and it's a mentality that Faith's still not left. Companionship is something she's more ready for, she thinks. It's not easy either, but its something she thinks she's the capacity for and the ability to accept. It's fear that keeps her from pursuing more. Fear of losing, as Klaus had lost. She's also aware that she's hardly the only person to share his bed, just as he's not the only one who shares hers. There's more to feelings than sex, of course. Still. Maybe she feels for him more strongly than anyone else in a long time and he's closer to her than anyone here-- but love? She's not sure. All she knows is that she hates to see him hurting and would fight Lucifer one on one to protect him.
She's lost her mother. Her watcher. Her childhood. Any semblance of her innocence. One more loss might be too much to bear.
"I'm sorry, Klaus..." Faith pulls him into a hug, not really having words enough to express how she felt and how much it pained her to see him in pain like this. The words she does choose feel stupid and hardly enough but it's all she's got.