[ Dorothy doesn't answer him at first, waiting until the memory settles itself back to where it belongs-- not fresh and sharp on her skin, but deep within her. And then, her eyes flicking to his face, she nods.
He doesn't reach out to her. He doesn't tell her she's safe or that he's sorry for what she's been through. He's not even asking.
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He doesn't reach out to her. He doesn't tell her she's safe or that he's sorry for what she's been through. He's not even asking.
But that's... exactly what she needs. ]
Until next time, then.