[ His fingers curl against her cheek, and his dark brown eyes turn soft; warm. He hates to see her in any kind of pain. In moments like these, he can understand what Ana wanted. Why she fought so hard to keep Fareeha away from Overwatch, away from a life of battle and conflict. From suffering. ]
Sweetheart, you can tell me anythin'. Can't you?
[ Truthfully, she doesn't need to tell him. The possibilities here were not endless. But he'd like it if she trusted him, still. ]
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Sweetheart, you can tell me anythin'. Can't you?
[ Truthfully, she doesn't need to tell him. The possibilities here were not endless. But he'd like it if she trusted him, still. ]