[She very nearly wants to pull away, at the hug -- just to drive home some stupid selfish point, she supposes -- but after a few precious tense seconds, Rachel relaxes minutely.
She isn't entirely sure how to take his words -- Rachel guesses they must be true, if he really does love her, as he claims he does -- and every single fiber of Rachel's being wants to believe him -- but there's that nagging voice, in the back of her mind, screaming at her to think.
Because the last time someone told her that they loved her, Rachel was left alone. Again.
But she doesn't pull away, not quite yet.]
I imagine it must have been very dull, without anyone else as talented to sing with.
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She isn't entirely sure how to take his words -- Rachel guesses they must be true, if he really does love her, as he claims he does -- and every single fiber of Rachel's being wants to believe him -- but there's that nagging voice, in the back of her mind, screaming at her to think.
Because the last time someone told her that they loved her, Rachel was left alone. Again.
But she doesn't pull away, not quite yet.]
I imagine it must have been very dull, without anyone else as talented to sing with.
[It's a weak attempt at a joke.]