#i loved that chapter
“Okay…” Michael whispers. “Okay.”
Her arms twitch at her sides, her fingers work. She leans forward on the balls of her feet, open yearning written on the soft planes of her beautiful face, and it’s clear to anyone with eyes what she wants.
It breaks Philippa’s heart to be the one to deny it to her, and further stomps on the pieces in that she must deny it to herself as well.
— The Opposite of Hate, Chapter 37 : Old Friends
[Image description: a drawing of Michael Burnham and Philippa Georgiou from the shoulders up. In the foreground, Philippa’s profile is lit by a pale blue light. Her expression is focused, closed-off; she is avoiding Michael’s gaze. In the background, Michael is staring at her with a pained expression. She is bathed in the same cold light and wearing her uniform. End description]
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