[The moment she lets herself sink into the embrace, Vander pulls her in tighter, providing the same sort of comforting bear hug he found himself first growing fond of when the kids were young. A simple gesture of comfort and support, warm and sturdy and unfaltering. With one hand he begins to soothingly rub at her back and he offers quiet, placating words to counter the deluge of apologies that soon come. It was okay, it would all be okay. She had always tried her best and that was what mattered.
He hardly knows what to truly make of her stream of babbled apologies, but he does know that each jumble of words tears at his heart to hear. It’s clear she’s gone through so much in his absence—and it’s still such a strange thing to think about, because he had just seen her what had been only days ago back home. Back when everything had been fine, when life had been calm and quiet and full of promise.
He sighs—a small, slight thing—and tries to offer up more solid words for her to anchor to.]
It hurts, knowing we can’t change the past.
[Vander had learned that the hard way long ago, and events this past week had made sure he couldn’t forget. It’s a shame she had to get such a harsh lesson of it while so young.]
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He hardly knows what to truly make of her stream of babbled apologies, but he does know that each jumble of words tears at his heart to hear. It’s clear she’s gone through so much in his absence—and it’s still such a strange thing to think about, because he had just seen her what had been only days ago back home. Back when everything had been fine, when life had been calm and quiet and full of promise.
He sighs—a small, slight thing—and tries to offer up more solid words for her to anchor to.]
It hurts, knowing we can’t change the past.
[Vander had learned that the hard way long ago, and events this past week had made sure he couldn’t forget. It’s a shame she had to get such a harsh lesson of it while so young.]
But the future? That’s ours to build, isn’t it?