... no, me neither. [ there's hesitation, a moment of consideration. but he focuses on holding her, squeezing his arms around her and pressing his cheek against her head. something about her reminds him so much of primrose, of therion, it makes his heart ache - and he wants her to stay safe.

if she finds a partner, what happens? ] The fear that we'll wake up and find out that someone's died, and we're about to lose another person, another two, three, even four. There has to be somethin' to break the cycle.