For a long, wavering moment, neither of them say anything more, and it is as close to comfort as he can remember ever having. Even the good memories that have begun to filter through remain distant, removed–The story of someone else's life, himself merely the audience. He knows he was happy, once, but cannot now imagine what it was like.
Tipping his head back, he looks up the length of her body to her eyes, his expression going pinched and tormented.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, despite knowing the answer must certainly be yes.
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Date: 2014-11-12 06:31 pm (UTC)Tipping his head back, he looks up the length of her body to her eyes, his expression going pinched and tormented.
"Did I hurt you?" he asks, despite knowing the answer must certainly be yes.