[For that long moment, he simply allows her to be, drinking in the near-silence, letting the faint tick of the clock keep him calm even as worry eats at him— it was so rare, to see Amelia anything but composed, let alone to see her distressed. When she finally speaks, he gently cards his fingers through her hair to offer reassurance, making no move to pull away, his arm still securely around her middle as she rests against him.]
I'm sorry if I— perhaps stirred a memory that would have been best left untouched.
[It's all he can think of at the moment, even if she insists it wasn't his fault. He exhales steadily, dropping a chaste kiss against the top of her head.]
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I'm sorry if I— perhaps stirred a memory that would have been best left untouched.
[It's all he can think of at the moment, even if she insists it wasn't his fault. He exhales steadily, dropping a chaste kiss against the top of her head.]
What can I do for you?