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Your hand fastened over T'Challa's in faith. His hands were strong and tensed, worried for what the future of the accords would bring to his nation. Many lives were gone too soon and many more would follow; this was ingrained into his mind. His dark eyes fell on you, barely smiling.

'All will end well, T'Challa, one must never let go of hope,' you said, your voice a soft caress and easing his tension. 

His was wary when he shook his head. 'Thank you.'

Dragging your fingertips up his suited arms, you let it rest over his shoulder and giving it an assured squeeze. You were trying to be aloof to sustain his troubles as your own. The only thing on your agenda was to be there for him.

'You will stay,' his voice was breathy, 'won't you?'

You gave him a dazzling grin. 'Always.'