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[ He can feel her tears, warm and wet between their cheeks when they touch. She's quite right that experiences such as that never truly go away. They can stay with you for forever, and rise up in both moments both opportune and not, both expected and not.
When last they spoke, they had discussed family. Jean-Luc remembered the names she had given, or so he thought, and Ashley did not sound familiar. But as she speaks of what happened to Ashley, he instinctively holds her closer, suddenly less awkward and more intuitive in his reaction. Something tells him that this is very important, that it isn't something she talks about lightly or with just anyone. And he didn't miss the 'brought her up' comment nor the implications that accompanied it.
When she pauses long enough that it's clear there is an opening for him to speak again, he doesn't let go. He nods, his cheek still pressed to hers so that the movement and closeness is felt between them. ] I imagine we would have quite the conversation were she able to do so.
[ His own curiosity can't allow for him to let this go without asking the question. He holds her close, one hand smoothing across her shoulders from blade to blade. ] Were you the one who brought her up, Helen?