He holds her against him. He would have let her shred him because he knows this feeling all too well. He knows the depth of the grief and the worry and the pain and the sickness of it all. He knows and he hates it.
His fingers tremble slightly, the only indication of his stress.
"Not about this," he says softly. "But neither did you."
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Date: 2025-06-03 02:00 am (UTC)His fingers tremble slightly, the only indication of his stress.
"Not about this," he says softly. "But neither did you."