[ No. She wouldn't be. He'd have expected no other response from her. What he wants to tell her is that he is. He's lived through a lot he shouldn't have, will probably live through more until he doesn't, and it seems destined to be those who cross his path who fall first. And if he's ever been afraid of anything, it's that. He'd never wanted it. Here, with people he gives too much of a shit about.
He looks away when she does. Simpler, wasn't it? When he was just dragging his body through the mountains? There are thoughts, memories, beginning to surface now, jagged shards stained red, and he's not ready to face any of them.
She gets no argument about any of it, not even her insistence that Nadine will look him over. Maybe that says more than anything else about exactly how exhausted he is. But he does offer a quiet, ] Thank you. For... [ He hesitates. ] All this.
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He looks away when she does. Simpler, wasn't it? When he was just dragging his body through the mountains? There are thoughts, memories, beginning to surface now, jagged shards stained red, and he's not ready to face any of them.
She gets no argument about any of it, not even her insistence that Nadine will look him over. Maybe that says more than anything else about exactly how exhausted he is. But he does offer a quiet, ] Thank you. For... [ He hesitates. ] All this.