[There's something comforting here, having her in his arms again. His fingers thread through her hair; he kisses the crown of her head. He knows, without checking, that her hands are fidgeting with one another, and he drapes his free one lightly over a wrist.
He's scared too - scared at how easily simple questions from her are staggering him. Scared of the crippling flashes of memory that make his hands want to tremble, that make him remember the cool hilt of the blade and feeling it slice past skin, the spit of blood, what he did and what it all was for. He stares into space for awhile, his expression hardening, his voice calm save the slight gruffness in it when he finally speaks.]
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He's scared too - scared at how easily simple questions from her are staggering him. Scared of the crippling flashes of memory that make his hands want to tremble, that make him remember the cool hilt of the blade and feeling it slice past skin, the spit of blood, what he did and what it all was for. He stares into space for awhile, his expression hardening, his voice calm save the slight gruffness in it when he finally speaks.]
There's something else.