Ben meets her gaze, his expression impassive, though internally he sighs. How long until she tries it, he can stop her and they can get it spoken? Or how long until she stops considering it, and he can finally rest?
"I cannot imagine what that must have been like," he says now, sympathetically. "I'm sorry you lived it."
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Date: 2020-09-26 06:56 pm (UTC)"I cannot imagine what that must have been like," he says now, sympathetically. "I'm sorry you lived it."