Amber’s brow furrowed. Riots? That made sense, given his injuries – and in a crowd full of violent people, it tracked that maybe he wouldn’t be able to react the way he normally did. But where had he gone that there were riots? Why had he gone? Who had taken him? There were a lot of questions she had that his one-word answer didn’t help her with, but when Raph wrapped his arms around her, she bit the inside of her cheek and resisted the urge to let those questions pour out.
His face was still turned away from her. She lifted her chin from his shoulder and tried to crane her neck to get a better look – but not with any success. Amber wasn’t pushy, and despite her curiosity, she remained quiet. She rested her cheek against his arm, while her arms draped over his torso and held him tightly.
The confession – where he’d been, what he’d seen – told Amber everything she needed to know. “I’m sorry,” she told him quietly. “That musta been…,” what? Awful? Terrible? “Hard.”
She untangled her arm from around his torso and reached for his chin, trying to angle his face so that he had to look at her. “If you wanna talk about it, we can. If you wanna just lay here, that’s good too. Whatever you want. But you ain’t alone, okay?”