He kisses her head again, there in the bed that will belong to her alone someday, and gives her a little squeeze.
"You don't have to like it. I don't, either." Understatement of the year. At times, it feels like he's on the verge of his own death when he thinks of it. "But when we get you home...maybe it'll be different for you."
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"You don't have to like it. I don't, either." Understatement of the year. At times, it feels like he's on the verge of his own death when he thinks of it. "But when we get you home...maybe it'll be different for you."