When the tears came, he wished he could give her some sort of promise. But, given his track record with those, they always flew back in his face in the end. Might as well just damn her and be done with it.

He didn't want that.

"Yeah." His hand slipped reluctantly from under hers, dropping it back at his side. "I'm not gonna give up on you, alright?"

Whether Heather could actually hear him say that or not, he didn't know. Maybe she could read his lips, or see the solidity of it in him when he spoke to her. As tired and weak as he was, he didn't have the luxury of giving up now.