[Of course it's okay, McGee; it's somehow easier if he doesn't have to actually look at her (well. If she's not looking at him, really), and that's a horrible thing to think but it doesn't make it any less true.]
...Shit. Sorry, that was...stupid.
[Like his nights have been much better; he wakes up in a confused panic every few hours, thoroughly convinced he's still dead and then...isn't. Which is disorienting as fuck, but at least it's not TRAUMA. He'd tighten his arms around her in reassurance or something, but he doesn't really want to hurt her more than she already does, so...he doesn't.]
I... [And then it falters because he really has no idea what to say. What do you say in this kind of situation, really? It's not like there's a rulebook. "I'm sorry I didn't do anything sooner," "I'm sorry my sire tried to kill you," but while they're both true enough he can't really put the words together. It's too weird.] ...Thanks.
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...Shit. Sorry, that was...stupid.
[Like his nights have been much better; he wakes up in a confused panic every few hours, thoroughly convinced he's still dead and then...isn't. Which is disorienting as fuck, but at least it's not TRAUMA. He'd tighten his arms around her in reassurance or something, but he doesn't really want to hurt her more than she already does, so...he doesn't.]
I... [And then it falters because he really has no idea what to say. What do you say in this kind of situation, really? It's not like there's a rulebook. "I'm sorry I didn't do anything sooner," "I'm sorry my sire tried to kill you," but while they're both true enough he can't really put the words together. It's too weird.] ...Thanks.