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It has happened two times already.
Two goddamn times.
I hate seeing him like this, distant (scared), as if we weren't in the same plane of existence.
I watch him fidget and stare at the same place for hours, and I can't help but feel like I could've done so much more.
I. could. do. so. much. more,
but I never get to.
I never get to support him during fights, to tell him we've got this, to tell him--
He holds my hand "Hey" he mutters "You doing alright?"
I lightly squeeze his, suddenly brought back to earth.
I give him a soft smile "Yeah." He nods and goes back to that state I can only describe as absent.
A moment passes.
I look at him and plant a kiss on his forehead.
"Hey. We've got this"
He smiles.