[That's exactly it, isn't it? The finality and the pure, animal panic. Everyone else has been dancing around it, maybe because they can't put it into words. But Sam has, and somehow it makes her heart twist in the same instant it comforts her.
She almost asks if he really means that—if he really is desensitized, and if he's really okay. She will ask, because he deserves someone checking in on him, too. But right now, she recognizes that he wants to focus on her, and she needs to learn to really be okay with that, to push back her instinctive discomfort. If nothing else, after all this crap, he's earned her trust, and he deserves her vulnerability, too.]
How do you... You know. Stop thinking about it so much?
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[That's exactly it, isn't it? The finality and the pure, animal panic. Everyone else has been dancing around it, maybe because they can't put it into words. But Sam has, and somehow it makes her heart twist in the same instant it comforts her.
She almost asks if he really means that—if he really is desensitized, and if he's really okay. She will ask, because he deserves someone checking in on him, too. But right now, she recognizes that he wants to focus on her, and she needs to learn to really be okay with that, to push back her instinctive discomfort. If nothing else, after all this crap, he's earned her trust, and he deserves her vulnerability, too.]
How do you... You know. Stop thinking about it so much?