Her fingers grip tightly around the glass for a moment, almost as though they're glad to have something firm and solid to hold on to. It's something at least, and it's channeling her effort into something that isn't playing those memories in her head over and over again.
There's a part of her that wants to blame him for leaving her alone, but she knows that she isn't the priority. Hayley was on the other end of that particular situation, Hayley and his baby, and she wouldn't have wanted to keep him from protecting them. It's one of the few human urges he shows.
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Her fingers grip tightly around the glass for a moment, almost as though they're glad to have something firm and solid to hold on to. It's something at least, and it's channeling her effort into something that isn't playing those memories in her head over and over again.
There's a part of her that wants to blame him for leaving her alone, but she knows that she isn't the priority. Hayley was on the other end of that particular situation, Hayley and his baby, and she wouldn't have wanted to keep him from protecting them. It's one of the few human urges he shows.
(The other is her.)
"He was fine. He seemed fine."