[Oh god. Oh god. She really has no idea what she just asked.
He shares her wince, letting his eyes drop to the table, fingers clenching tightly around the mug. He fights the memories stubbornly as they bubble up in his mind, determined not to dwell on them. So... that's what happened...?]
[Action, December 22nd]
He shares her wince, letting his eyes drop to the table, fingers clenching tightly around the mug. He fights the memories stubbornly as they bubble up in his mind, determined not to dwell on them. So... that's what happened...?]
...Yeah. I know what that's like.
[A beat, and then, somewhat strained-]
I'm sorry that happened to you.