Something clenches in his chest, because he's read the files, he's seen some of the equipment they'd used to brainwash her, and he can imagine how awful it was, but that's just it: he can imagine, he didn't live through it. And it kills him that he wasn't there to protect her from this.
He never should have left. If he'd just stayed home to keep watching her back, none of this would've happened. They could have lived a totally normal life.
He lets go long enough to take off his jacket and drape it over her shoulders, something he's done a million times before what feels like a lifetime ago.
"You want to go somewhere to talk? Or just-" He glances back over his shoulder to check on the crowd, and winds up making eye contact with Sam, who looks worried, but like he's got stuff under control. God, where would he even be without him? "Somewhere quiet?"
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Date: 2014-06-03 03:21 am (UTC)He never should have left. If he'd just stayed home to keep watching her back, none of this would've happened. They could have lived a totally normal life.
He lets go long enough to take off his jacket and drape it over her shoulders, something he's done a million times before what feels like a lifetime ago.
"You want to go somewhere to talk? Or just-" He glances back over his shoulder to check on the crowd, and winds up making eye contact with Sam, who looks worried, but like he's got stuff under control. God, where would he even be without him? "Somewhere quiet?"