[ Outside the walls. His head tips to the side and he studies the red line on the map. Thinks about it again, living in a world split so cleanly into before and after. Knowing only the after. ]
Hard to imagine you as a calming influence. [ It isn't, though. He'd come home and she'd read what he'd been through on his face, in the set of his shoulders. Would know whether to reach for the bandages or his hand.
And the conversations they'd have into the night. ] When'd you learn her name?
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Hard to imagine you as a calming influence. [ It isn't, though. He'd come home and she'd read what he'd been through on his face, in the set of his shoulders. Would know whether to reach for the bandages or his hand.
And the conversations they'd have into the night. ] When'd you learn her name?