He nearly asks, And if I'm me, will that be enough ever again? He nearly asks, What if I want things to be different? What if I want to care in that way, gently?
He looks down at her, frowning, and decides that the answers to those questions would hurt too much today. He sighs and tugs lightly on her hand, suggesting that she join him. "Come up here." When she sits next to him, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close to him, tight against his side.
He plants a kiss to the top of her head. "After Charles...part of me wanted to join him. For a little while." He draws in a breath, bracing himself and trying to move quickly past mention both of Charles and of how he felt after his death. "You said you'd asked Mad Sweeney for a fight and...well. Darrow has been difficult for both of us. I worried. Perhaps it was a little ridiculous." Anne has always been stronger than him, anyway.
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He looks down at her, frowning, and decides that the answers to those questions would hurt too much today. He sighs and tugs lightly on her hand, suggesting that she join him. "Come up here." When she sits next to him, he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close to him, tight against his side.
He plants a kiss to the top of her head. "After Charles...part of me wanted to join him. For a little while." He draws in a breath, bracing himself and trying to move quickly past mention both of Charles and of how he felt after his death. "You said you'd asked Mad Sweeney for a fight and...well. Darrow has been difficult for both of us. I worried. Perhaps it was a little ridiculous." Anne has always been stronger than him, anyway.
"Why did you do it?"