[It's pointless for him, too. They're too close, too...tethered. He wouldn't have it any other way at this point.
He looks down at her hand, frowning at the scratches. They're clean, but they're red and angry. And she hadn't had them just a few hours before, when he'd last seen her. He reaches up to touch her hand, then lifts his gaze to hers, startled by her words.]
Hey.
[Those are the last words he'd expected Lydia to say, even if it's something he's been thinking of himself lately.]
Hey, look at me.
[He lifts his hand to her cheek, cupping it in his hand and gently turning her head back toward him so he can look at her.]
Spam
He looks down at her hand, frowning at the scratches. They're clean, but they're red and angry. And she hadn't had them just a few hours before, when he'd last seen her. He reaches up to touch her hand, then lifts his gaze to hers, startled by her words.]
Hey.
[Those are the last words he'd expected Lydia to say, even if it's something he's been thinking of himself lately.]
Hey, look at me.
[He lifts his hand to her cheek, cupping it in his hand and gently turning her head back toward him so he can look at her.]
What happened?