I know. [he leans into her touch, his head tilting towards her. his hands, meanwhile, are making the journey down from her hips to her thighs.] I remembered our promise, but I can't help but worry sometimes.
[because he remembers something else, too. he remembers how hard he had to work to protect the ones he loved, because they were the ones he loved and that meant being a hostage. even though they're the same, signing up for the same missions, the anxiety is like a stain on his memory that won't come out after it's been wrung through the wash.]
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[because he remembers something else, too. he remembers how hard he had to work to protect the ones he loved, because they were the ones he loved and that meant being a hostage. even though they're the same, signing up for the same missions, the anxiety is like a stain on his memory that won't come out after it's been wrung through the wash.]