[ He doesn't know how she doesn't. Maybe she's more forgiving than he'd be, maybe she's more able to separate the monsters inside them from who they are, or were before they arrived here. He tries to tell himself that he doesn't have to understand. He just has to accept the grace.
He doesn't know how long to hold her for either but when he finally detaches and unwinds his arms, he takes her by the shoulders and doesn't step back. ]
Maybe you should. But I'll take it.
[ He realizes that if they're stuck here and he couldn't see her anymore, he'd miss her terribly. He lets her go. ]
Did it... scar?
[ He flinches when he asks, the memories snapping through his mind before he can stop them. His teeth in her thigh, the second bite on her shoulder and collarbone that had drained her dry. He desperately hopes whatever mind-reading powers she has didn't pick those images and memory-sensations up. ]
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He doesn't know how long to hold her for either but when he finally detaches and unwinds his arms, he takes her by the shoulders and doesn't step back. ]
Maybe you should. But I'll take it.
[ He realizes that if they're stuck here and he couldn't see her anymore, he'd miss her terribly. He lets her go. ]
Did it... scar?
[ He flinches when he asks, the memories snapping through his mind before he can stop them. His teeth in her thigh, the second bite on her shoulder and collarbone that had drained her dry. He desperately hopes whatever mind-reading powers she has didn't pick those images and memory-sensations up. ]