Mick knows that he's overstepped. He allowed himself to sink a little too far into the memory of a life that they shared. He'd touched when he had absolutely no right to.
"'s not your fault," he rumbles after a moment, wishing bitterly that he could reach out again and touch, find some way to offer her comfort. "It's their fault. Whatever they did to us."
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Date: 2016-07-02 07:53 pm (UTC)"'s not your fault," he rumbles after a moment, wishing bitterly that he could reach out again and touch, find some way to offer her comfort. "It's their fault. Whatever they did to us."