[He doesn't feel the need to look away from her, which is nice, but he doesn't let himself go to her either. He wants to - his strongest urge is to go and wrap his arms around her, to hold her tight against him and promise that it wasn't them, that memories will fade, that he would do anything to keep her safe. He's not a hero, but he will sacrifice a great deal, for her. He wants to tell her he loves her.
Instead he stays where he is, shooing the cat when Martin gets annoyed when the petting stops. His mouth pulls, and he thinks it's supposed to be a smile, can't be certain if it really is.]
Spam
Instead he stays where he is, shooing the cat when Martin gets annoyed when the petting stops. His mouth pulls, and he thinks it's supposed to be a smile, can't be certain if it really is.]
I feel terrible.
[Not just dying, not just drinking too much.]