[The worst thing is, it does. He sees her vulnerability and tucks it away, and becomes angry on her behalf, too, even as he understands this unnamed man's impulses. Doing such terrible things to each other, but splendidly. He did to Louise, too, and she did back.]
[He misses her awfully, wishes that if she has to be dead that she was at least dead here with him, if not in his arms then within arm's reach, so he could brush his fingers across the back of her neck and leave marks there. Make her angry.]
[When Mira's voice shakes, he sighs, hands limp at his sides.]
Don't pretend it didn't happen. Even you're not a good enough actress to make me forget.
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[The worst thing is, it does. He sees her vulnerability and tucks it away, and becomes angry on her behalf, too, even as he understands this unnamed man's impulses. Doing such terrible things to each other, but splendidly. He did to Louise, too, and she did back.]
[He misses her awfully, wishes that if she has to be dead that she was at least dead here with him, if not in his arms then within arm's reach, so he could brush his fingers across the back of her neck and leave marks there. Make her angry.]
[When Mira's voice shakes, he sighs, hands limp at his sides.]
Don't pretend it didn't happen. Even you're not a good enough actress to make me forget.