[ He's about to say "But it wasn't a real fight," when the words die in his throat because he's remembering two things: that dossier and the life where you'd killed Katherine Stiles, and the sight of you with your son, by the riverbank at Seth's Rest.
He's reaching for your hand now, tangling his fingers in yours.
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He's reaching for your hand now, tangling his fingers in yours.
No words just yet. ]