[It's unfair that neither of them ever had a chance to be more than they are. That the entire world turned itself against them and forced them to fight against it tooth and nail, with only a few allies to call theirs, a few fallible, mortal allies.
So she hits him, and she cries into his neck, into his torn and dirty jacket, and later he'll bruise, but he's had worse. He's had much, much worse, and he won't begrudge her what comfort she can find in the safe circle of his arms or what anger she takes out on whatever she can reach. He doesn't blame her.
He won't beat her. He does his best to hang on, and in between the blows, he tells her the only true thing that he can.]
[Spam : Day One]
So she hits him, and she cries into his neck, into his torn and dirty jacket, and later he'll bruise, but he's had worse. He's had much, much worse, and he won't begrudge her what comfort she can find in the safe circle of his arms or what anger she takes out on whatever she can reach. He doesn't blame her.
He won't beat her. He does his best to hang on, and in between the blows, he tells her the only true thing that he can.]
I gotcha.