It's breaking her heart to see him like this. She wants to hug him, to tell him it'll be all right even though she knows that, in a way, it won't, that nothing will bring them back.
She can't know what it's like for him, or for Peter and Olivia. She doesn't want to know what it's like. Her mind shies away from that kind of pain. But she wonders if she can even help him with this lack of reference.
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ninetydegrees
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It's breaking her heart to see him like this. She wants to hug him, to tell him it'll be all right even though she knows that, in a way, it won't, that nothing will bring them back.
She can't know what it's like for him, or for Peter and Olivia. She doesn't want to know what it's like. Her mind shies away from that kind of pain. But she wonders if she can even help him with this lack of reference.
She just stays quiet, holding his hand.