[And instead of telling her to calm down, instead of telling her that there are plenty of people around here who'd kill them regardless of whether they're doing three-fingered salutes or flipping someone off, he frowns sympathetically and twists his hand around. Now, instead of clutching his wrist, she'll find that their fingers are laced together.
He understands her fear. It's the same fear he's lived with since his own arrival: that all the dangers of home would find their way back to him eventually, and they have. (Or it has, rather. He has.)
So Saul's voice is soft and quiet when he says:] Sorry.
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He understands her fear. It's the same fear he's lived with since his own arrival: that all the dangers of home would find their way back to him eventually, and they have. (Or it has, rather. He has.)
So Saul's voice is soft and quiet when he says:] Sorry.