The crinkle in her brow deepens.
His fingers thread through hers, achingly familiar while at the same time not, and Kagome ignores this contradiction as she mulls over his words. "When I need you?"
There's no response, but the hold on her hand tightens.
Her lips pinch. The unknown is vexing, bothersome. But realization comes quick, and she tenses. "Are you saying I need something now?"
"Yes." He watches her, eyes flickering—considering her—and then he tilts his head.
Just like always.
"You are afraid."
Though gentle, the words convict, and she tenses once more. Afraid? How…
She pales.