[She speaks, and her words bring along a flood of guilt that he hadn't been anticipating. It had been so easy to place his pain upon her without a second thought, to turn to her for warmth, for comfort while she had been holding in her own suffering.
She speaks, leaning into him and he doesn't hesitate to wrap himself around her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her in close. Doesn't stop himself from shifting, from placing her head upon his chest so she can hear the way his heart beats.]
I am sorry, Felicity. [She may not have been his wife, but he was her husband and the pain of that loss was real, a weight that had fallen onto her that would never fade away.]
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She speaks, leaning into him and he doesn't hesitate to wrap himself around her, arms encircling her waist and drawing her in close. Doesn't stop himself from shifting, from placing her head upon his chest so she can hear the way his heart beats.]
I am sorry, Felicity. [She may not have been his wife, but he was her husband and the pain of that loss was real, a weight that had fallen onto her that would never fade away.]