"Yes we do," he told her, "we have to talk about it, Heather. If we don't it'll just get..." Out of control. It would eat at them both and he knew it. But maybe it didn't matter if he talked with her about it or not. Maybe it was something completely out of his hands now.
"What you saw," he said, turning her head so that she was forced to look at him. "It doesn't matter. Because I'm with you. And that's not going to change."