I'm just talking to myself. [He rests his chin on her head. There had been that fear that if he touched her he'd hurt her somehow; like just brushing his fingers over her skin would leave bruises. And he's had dreams like that before but here she is, solid and warm and sweet-smelling as ever, right in his arms like she's never wanted to be anywhere else.]

...okay. I'm gonna make a resolution, for both our sakes; I'm not gonna dwell on the past. From here on out, it's only facing forward. [hahahaaaaa good luck with that]