[He understood her nightmares, what they did to her. It wasn't as if he wasn't supportive in finding solutions, but she had outgrown where he slept in the chair and it hit a point of no longer being comfortable for either of them years ago. He hadn't had intentions of switching back to a bed where he was more vulnerable and the vastness of it reminded him of an emptiness filled to the brim with purpose instead.
He steepled his fingers together, watching her over them.]
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Date: 2024-08-25 11:01 pm (UTC)He steepled his fingers together, watching her over them.]
You could have told me.