Spent five months in a cage. Figurative or literal, he wondered, but it didn’t matter. The poor girl. Going through such trauma while she was still so young. His trauma (could he call it that? It made him feel strange. Inadequate) seemed natural and paled in comparison to what she loosely described.
He squeezed her hand and did what she was unable to do. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close.
Her breath caught as she found herself pressed against him. Billie’s arms smoothed against her sides for a moment, before slipping around him in a tight embrace of her own. The marred gal buried her face against his shirt. Gosh, she hadn’t meant for this to happen. For things to have gotten so…emotional. It was bizarre, her home usually a cocoon of neutrality and blank faces.
”I’m sorry…Maybe we shouldn’t talk about things like this. Lets just-just stay like this for a bit.”