"Then don't think about it," Faye murmurs, even though she knows that it isn't half as easy as she can make it sound. But there's nothing to be gained from dwelling. Nothing to be gained from the guilt that seems to plague him wherever he goes, and Faye brushes her hand still against his temple, as though she might be able to help it slip away with enough coaxing. "He's tough. Plus, back home, he's still got you by his side, right?"
Briefly, her hand stills by his shoulder, squeezing it tight, before she bends down to press a kiss against his temple.
"It won't be easy, but have a little faith in him."
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Date: 2012-03-14 02:19 am (UTC)Briefly, her hand stills by his shoulder, squeezing it tight, before she bends down to press a kiss against his temple.
"It won't be easy, but have a little faith in him."