[ He cradles him close, one hand moving to gently rub over his back and nods weakly. ]
It's a terrible feeling, isn't it? I never wanted you to know that. To lose anything.
[ This isn't meant to be self pity, but it probably comes off as much. He doesn't want to wallow, but his tattoo still reads the same. "I let them die," after all. That scar isn't erased. ]
...I failed you.
[ Finley tries to turn her head enough to lick Irene in return. She loves her girlfriend so much. Now they're both missing something. ]
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It's a terrible feeling, isn't it? I never wanted you to know that. To lose anything.
[ This isn't meant to be self pity, but it probably comes off as much. He doesn't want to wallow, but his tattoo still reads the same. "I let them die," after all. That scar isn't erased. ]
...I failed you.
[ Finley tries to turn her head enough to lick Irene in return. She loves her girlfriend so much. Now they're both missing something. ]