[He hears her cry, and exhales a less than completely steady breath. He presses a hand briefly over his mouth, drops it, shifts in all those small ways that, for him, scream of something less than ease. Less than comfort. Less than control.
He has been out of control for so long that if he wasn't so careful, he thinks he might shake. But he is being careful.]
I will not leave you, Abigail.
[It's a small change, slight but important. He will leave, one day. But it will be after, or with her.]
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He has been out of control for so long that if he wasn't so careful, he thinks he might shake. But he is being careful.]
I will not leave you, Abigail.
[It's a small change, slight but important. He will leave, one day. But it will be after, or with her.]
I'm here.