Anye closed her eyes briefly and leaned into him, trusting Nick not to lead her into a garbage bin or signpost. She draped her arm around his waist and breathed in deeply, ignoring the itch in her throat and burning sensation in her eyes at the scent of smoke in his clothes. She tried to mentally separate it from him. It was difficult, but sometimes if she tried hard enough she could manage it.
"Don't have problems I can't fix."
Could he fix this one? Considering, in a very harsh honesty, he was the source of that problem? When she figured out what to do about it, would he be willing to be fixed? When push came to shove, that was what Anye feared the most. That this would be the end. He would refuse her, and there would be no help for him, and she'd bring them both to their ruin trying to drag him out of hell anyway. Because she would. She'd never be able to give it up.
"I'm happy enough," she said. "Be happier still if you were. You've never known how to be happy, you know? It's painful for the people that love you."