Re: Mingle/Revivals/Healing
[Totally discreetly scrubs her sleeve over her eyes.]
It was because it was too late that it meant something to me. That he'd let me take care of the injuries he got so I'd be okay. That he'd tell me about his memories, even when they were bad . . . even when he thought he'd never make up for the things that he'd done in them.
. . . that he'd let me sit with him when he couldn't sleep, even if I always woke up tucked into his bed, alone.