[His normally affable expression remains somber as she turns to him, and he gives a rigid nod in response— what she had heard when he'd reached out to his own fragment had been a moment he was not only not proud of, but one that had lead to the spiral that had taken him to his lowest point. She had been kind, handled the situation with grace. He has every intention of doing the same.]
Whatever it is, I'm here, should you need me.
[Just because she has nothing to hide doesn't mean that she can't be hurt, that an old wound can't be touched upon. He doubts whatever she hears will be much kinder than what he had— though he knows next to nothing about her life before this place, he feels it in his gut.]
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Whatever it is, I'm here, should you need me.
[Just because she has nothing to hide doesn't mean that she can't be hurt, that an old wound can't be touched upon. He doubts whatever she hears will be much kinder than what he had— though he knows next to nothing about her life before this place, he feels it in his gut.]
When you're ready, Amelia.