[He sits beside her, angled slightly, his expression schooled, his eyes brushing over hers. The truth is he's been expecting this; he felt ashamed and guilty then and he still feels it now. She's not fragile and he knows this; hell, part of why he fell in love with her was because she's strong, and she only proved it a thousands times over while he was gone by fighting Polaris and winning.
He licks his lips, doesn't exactly know what to say about it.]
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He licks his lips, doesn't exactly know what to say about it.]
Look, I'm. I'm sorry.