He’s sure it does. He pets her hair, rests his chin on the crown of her head, trying to give her something tactile to cut through something heavy and complicated and painful enough that it can’t be described as anything but hurt.
“I wish it didn’t. I wish there were something we might could do about it.”
He wishes, as much as he likes her, that she weren’t dragged into this nonsense. It’s not fair to uproot someone like this, to steal them away from their loved ones. It’s not kind. It’s not good for them.
“Do you need to tell me about it or do you want me to just be here with you?” He wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t know yet.
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He’s sure it does. He pets her hair, rests his chin on the crown of her head, trying to give her something tactile to cut through something heavy and complicated and painful enough that it can’t be described as anything but hurt.
“I wish it didn’t. I wish there were something we might could do about it.”
He wishes, as much as he likes her, that she weren’t dragged into this nonsense. It’s not fair to uproot someone like this, to steal them away from their loved ones. It’s not kind. It’s not good for them.
“Do you need to tell me about it or do you want me to just be here with you?” He wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t know yet.