[ It'd be too easy to lean back against him knowing he'd let her, indulge her in this bit of tactility as if he had to pay her back for everything she's given him. Feels her out with intuitive fingertips, reading the electric signals off her spine. The quietest ones were always the best listeners, and she knows just how quiet Ahab could be.

As well as how deeply he cared for those around him. He's a good man. And intelligent beyond a doubt. The world has doled out so many shiners with him yet he still walked forward. That took a particular brand of strength she's long-since come to respect.

It should be horrendous how easily he figured it all out.

His words are kind and delivered with care, but still she shakes her head. ]

It shouldn't be anyone's "problem". I should be able to just be glad he's alive. It isn't something I should have to fight over and justify. No one's relationships are so cut and dry. It doesn't simply come down to "someone lied to you" or "what were my feelings for"; it isn't for me to make it about myself. Far more happened beyond my purview.

[ She isn't saying anything he doesn't already know, just... she isn't seeking sympathy nor is she upset. It's nice to tell someone, is all. Finally. Ahab's touch at her neck works back down to her shoulder, relaxing to his touch and then another fraction as he offers her a little squeeze, voice textured on her exhale with a soft hum. Her head tips to press her cheek to his knuckles— just for a moment. ]

You sound as though you speak from experience.

[ Halfway through removing, cleaning, and replacing the wiring now, on the elbow side. The opposite end would be an even larger chore, but this is a steady start as she puzzles out the technology. It's a good distraction for the topic. ]