[She has the same problem as Will: learned values keep them from accepting things as they are. But it's all right - he can be patient, here.
He strokes her hair quietly for a moment, lets her take that solace that no doubt makes her stomach turn. When he pulls away, it's to usher her inside and close the door behind him.]
Yes. [He says it with some measure of regret; he knows he could be utterly unemotional with her, but he has no desire yet to see what lays down that road.] Aside from being dead. You went into port?
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He strokes her hair quietly for a moment, lets her take that solace that no doubt makes her stomach turn. When he pulls away, it's to usher her inside and close the door behind him.]
Yes. [He says it with some measure of regret; he knows he could be utterly unemotional with her, but he has no desire yet to see what lays down that road.] Aside from being dead. You went into port?