[she squirms just enough to make sure that she's all curled up against him, skin to skin. she drags her hands up and down his back, under his borrowed shirt, breathing him in. holds him tight, because it might be the last time they get like this for a while.
and then the memory comes, and it leaves her - well, it leaves her feeling a little cold. it's so very different from her own surgery memories, but she's unclear on whether or not that's a good thing.
she shivers, pressing her face against the side of his head, against his hair.]
... That's the woman who did that to you, then. [even if he asked... still.]
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and then the memory comes, and it leaves her - well, it leaves her feeling a little cold. it's so very different from her own surgery memories, but she's unclear on whether or not that's a good thing.
she shivers, pressing her face against the side of his head, against his hair.]
... That's the woman who did that to you, then. [even if he asked... still.]