neverwrongagent

She felt like he'd punched her in the gut even though she understood every word he said perfectly. Her experience wasn't his, but she still got it. She'd known over there that he needed her, but had talked herself out of his needing her at home. Maybe she'd thought that as messed up as she was, that someone had to be better at this than she was.

"You took your shirt off with me." She frowned, talking more to herself than to him. "You always did." She swallowed hard. "I'm sorry."