He sits up a little again, rubbing her arms with his hands. "Just a nightmare, really," he tries to assure her. "A sort of..."
The same hesitance returns, and he reaches up to clasp his necklace rather tightly.
"...ghost, of something."
He sighs, resting his cheek against hers. "I'm no good at talking about this sort of thing," he tells her, honestly. "I really do apologize... It has nothing to do with you-- it's just that I've never told anyone."
Usually, of course, he avoids any questions simply by leaving. Even now, he has to fight the urge to pull away. It wouldn't be fair to her, he thinks, even if he's done it to people before.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:52 am (UTC)The same hesitance returns, and he reaches up to clasp his necklace rather tightly.
"...ghost, of something."
He sighs, resting his cheek against hers. "I'm no good at talking about this sort of thing," he tells her, honestly. "I really do apologize... It has nothing to do with you-- it's just that I've never told anyone."
Usually, of course, he avoids any questions simply by leaving. Even now, he has to fight the urge to pull away. It wouldn't be fair to her, he thinks, even if he's done it to people before.