[He makes it easier, at least: pulling her against him, he holds tight, one hand on her back, the other at the back of her head.
Whatever I am, he'd told her. Forgive her, Mathis had said. He closes his eyes, and swallows hard. She can cry, if she needs to, but he won't. Forgive yourself. He should have saved her. He shouldn't have trusted her. There was too much to swallow just now.]
There are people on board you could talk to. I think there are at least two psychologists.
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Whatever I am, he'd told her. Forgive her, Mathis had said. He closes his eyes, and swallows hard. She can cry, if she needs to, but he won't. Forgive yourself. He should have saved her. He shouldn't have trusted her. There was too much to swallow just now.]
There are people on board you could talk to. I think there are at least two psychologists.