I slide into the seat next to Ksenyia, sliding a hot cup of coffee in front of her. It's been an odd few days. I sleep next to her every night, but she doesn't get close to me until almost an hour after we've been laying there. I didn't realize how hard it would be not to touch her after five years of having unfettered access to her in all ways. It's not about s*x, either. I want to hold her, kiss her goodnight like I always have. Right now, I have to let her come to me as much as she can push herself to.
Picking up the cup, she takes a sip. Her eyes close, and she hums a little. That might be the happiest sound that's come out of her since she came back. It's not a huge win, but it's progress. Anything other than her curling up in a ball and crying is progress to me right now.
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