[She doesn't expect the loneliness, but it's so familiar that he doesn't get pity back—it's empathy, a sadness borne from intimate understanding. The relationships she had in the Aerie were unlike anything she had at home, that natural understanding that so many people would stick with her through her worst and had for years. There are maybe two or three people back home she can say that for. Losing it has left her reeling.
But Sam's a little different. They cared about each other in that other life, but she didn't realize how much she intrinsically trusts him here until she got back. Until she had something to compare it to.
She doesn't know how to tell him that, though. She doesn't know how to talk about any of it, and so she just presses her temple to his.]
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But Sam's a little different. They cared about each other in that other life, but she didn't realize how much she intrinsically trusts him here until she got back. Until she had something to compare it to.
She doesn't know how to tell him that, though. She doesn't know how to talk about any of it, and so she just presses her temple to his.]
No more snakeskin suits?