"God, Josh-" It's released on an exhale. It wavers in the air between them, and cracks on the syllabels of his name. Her fingers curve around the bones of his wrist and try not to press too hard. Nora needs it to linger, to remember that this feels real, because it is.
"You have nothing to apologize for." What happened to him wasn't his fault. She might have believed the encounter was Aidan's fight, before she'd learned the whole situation, in some ways- she couldn't absolve him of all his involvement, certainly not in killing the only cure Josh had. But circumstances had been beyond even his control. Even if they hadn't, if she dug down deep to the root-
None of this would have happened if it weren't for her. If she hadn't gotten so involved with Connor and Brynn. If she had just told Liam the truth the first time he'd asked her, instead of clawing tooth and nail to survive. If she had never left. (if, if, if)
"What if we can't?" It's more defeat than she wants. But he'd been here for so long and the only avenue he'd found was this stupid sweater. A frail piece of cloth that wasn't going to last. Magic. Magic had never come without some kind of price, some backlash that wounded far deeper than the original problem they meant to solve. She expected this to be much the same. The sweater and curing Josh both.
She presses her mouth together, inhales sharply through her nose and forces a smile, eyes watering slightly. This wasn't the new start to their lives that she'd been envisioning that day in her pretty white dress. "You haven't. You're right, I'm sorry. Of course we'll fix this. We won't stop looking until we get you back."
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"You have nothing to apologize for." What happened to him wasn't his fault. She might have believed the encounter was Aidan's fight, before she'd learned the whole situation, in some ways- she couldn't absolve him of all his involvement, certainly not in killing the only cure Josh had. But circumstances had been beyond even his control. Even if they hadn't, if she dug down deep to the root-
None of this would have happened if it weren't for her. If she hadn't gotten so involved with Connor and Brynn. If she had just told Liam the truth the first time he'd asked her, instead of clawing tooth and nail to survive. If she had never left. (if, if, if)
"What if we can't?" It's more defeat than she wants. But he'd been here for so long and the only avenue he'd found was this stupid sweater. A frail piece of cloth that wasn't going to last. Magic. Magic had never come without some kind of price, some backlash that wounded far deeper than the original problem they meant to solve. She expected this to be much the same. The sweater and curing Josh both.
She presses her mouth together, inhales sharply through her nose and forces a smile, eyes watering slightly. This wasn't the new start to their lives that she'd been envisioning that day in her pretty white dress. "You haven't. You're right, I'm sorry. Of course we'll fix this. We won't stop looking until we get you back."