Something in her chest constricts with the loss of contact, but she doesn't feel she ought to encourage it, either. It's already hard enough to be this close without wanting more. It's already going to hurt badly enough when they go home.
She swipes at the tear tracks on her cheeks with the back of her hand, quietly grateful that he'd let her cry out the hurt of the past year without further comment. Maybe it was only repayment for the way she'd tended to his injuries after the mission, but maybe it was enough that they didn't want the other to hurt.
"I'm glad you have your family here," she says at last. It's hard not to be a little bit angry and envious, given the circumstances. She would have traded nearly anything in her power for a moment with the parents that had thrown her away. To ask a single question -- why? But it's not something she'd truly deny him, not if there was a chance of something better for any one of them.
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She swipes at the tear tracks on her cheeks with the back of her hand, quietly grateful that he'd let her cry out the hurt of the past year without further comment. Maybe it was only repayment for the way she'd tended to his injuries after the mission, but maybe it was enough that they didn't want the other to hurt.
"I'm glad you have your family here," she says at last. It's hard not to be a little bit angry and envious, given the circumstances. She would have traded nearly anything in her power for a moment with the parents that had thrown her away. To ask a single question -- why? But it's not something she'd truly deny him, not if there was a chance of something better for any one of them.