[ Throughout all of this, she remains quiet as he explains. ]

Please, don’t apologize…. Everything turned out alright in the end. [ She concludes, her thumb brushing over the side of his hand.

Everything went according to plan. Is she making this more difficult than it’s supposed to be? Is what she’s feeling here, this hurt, misplaced? As doubt clouds her further, she looks up at him uncertainly. ]

It doesn’t bother you? Not the… going into battle part. But told not to share the whys with someone close to you?