[ His brows knit together a little further, though he doesn't mean to. She's not wrong. It isn't his responsibility. Not like that. He just—doesn't know how to do anything else. If there was ever a time he'd have walked away from something he should know better than to make his problem, it's long gone.
Truthfully, there probably wasn't. Whether he'd admit it or not. He's never been especially good at walking away.
He releases a breath. ]
Mm. I know. [ They are all right. He doesn't want to worry her, either, with his uncertainties, his concerns. She has enough on her mind. ] Get some sleep.
[ He sleeps rarely, personally, inside the Horizon. Usually when he's deeply fucking tired. His ease within this place only extends so far. More often, when he lingers, it's to watch over her instead. ]
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Truthfully, there probably wasn't. Whether he'd admit it or not. He's never been especially good at walking away.
He releases a breath. ]
Mm. I know. [ They are all right. He doesn't want to worry her, either, with his uncertainties, his concerns. She has enough on her mind. ] Get some sleep.
[ He sleeps rarely, personally, inside the Horizon. Usually when he's deeply fucking tired. His ease within this place only extends so far. More often, when he lingers, it's to watch over her instead. ]