[He's quiet as she speaks, his only reactions a steadily increased tension in his jawline, and the brief tightening of his hold on her before he catches himself. Even as she finishes, the silence lingers, and he can't properly respond right away. He opens his mouth, falters. Tries - and fails - again.
Finally, he manages to mumble,]
Sorry... for giving you lousy memories like that.
[Even he doesn't want them, most days. Can't imagine anyone else would enjoy it. But that...
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Finally, he manages to mumble,]
Sorry... for giving you lousy memories like that.
[Even he doesn't want them, most days. Can't imagine anyone else would enjoy it. But that...
...that was... a lot.]