He wouldn't fight her if she wanted to pull away. But this is Tess and he trusts her far more than he likely should. So Harry moves slowly. Patiently. Drawing Tess in slowly until he can fold her in his arms and it makes him ache with how much he wants this. With how much he wants her.
Absently he hums to her, some snippet of an old song he used to sing Jesse when she was a baby, on all those nights when he would sit in the worn rocking chair in her nursery and sing to her until she fell asleep.
Tess may be afraid of herself, of what she can do, but Harrison isn't. He trusts her and he holds her close, softly humming until her trembling subsides and she relaxes into his arms.
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Absently he hums to her, some snippet of an old song he used to sing Jesse when she was a baby, on all those nights when he would sit in the worn rocking chair in her nursery and sing to her until she fell asleep.
Tess may be afraid of herself, of what she can do, but Harrison isn't. He trusts her and he holds her close, softly humming until her trembling subsides and she relaxes into his arms.