Chapter 3: A Fragile Connection

As Hange pulls me towards him, I feel a surge of excitement and relief. It's not the physical affection I crave, but it's a start. I'm still wrapped in his arms, my body pressed against his, but it's not the same as being truly close. I try to nuzzle my head into the crook of his neck, but he gently guides me to a stop, his hand still holding mine. "Not now, little one," he whispers, his voice low and soothing. "I need a moment." I whine softly, trying to convey my disappointment, but Hange just chuckles and pulls me closer, his chest rising and falling with a gentle sigh. I realize that he's still tired, still struggling with his exhaustion, and I try to be patient. As we stand there, I focus on the sensation of his hand holding mine. It's a small thing, but it's a connection, a lifeline to him. I squeeze his hand again, trying to convey my emotions, my needs. Hange's grip tightens in response, and I feel a spark of understanding between us. Slowly, Hange begins to walk, his strides long and purposeful. I stumble to keep up, my senses disoriented by the darkness and the motion. But Hange's hand is steady, guiding me through the void. As we move, I start to notice a change in Hange's posture. His shoulders relax, his stride lengthens, and his breathing slows. It's as if he's finding his footing, regaining his strength. Eventually, we stop in front of a door. Hange pushes it open, and a warm, golden light spills out. I squint, overwhelmed by the brightness. The room is small, with a single bed and a few scattered belongings. It's cozy, inviting, and it looks like a place where Hange might rest. Hange leads me inside, his hand still holding mine. He gestures to the bed, and I climb up, my movements hesitant. Hange follows, his movements slow and deliberate. As he lies down beside me, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. He's not pushing me away, not rejecting me. He's here, with me, and that's all that matters. Hange wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. It's not the cuddle I wanted, but it's a start. I snuggle into his chest, feeling his warmth, his heartbeat. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, I feel safe. In this moment, I'm willing to wait. I'll wait for Hange to rest, to recharge. I'll wait for him to be ready, to be present. Because when he is, I know that our connection will be stronger, deeper, and more meaningful than ever before.