Redsand Canyon I don't know the half of it anymore

It would take time and trying to combat the parts of his mind that told him he wasn't worthy of acceptance or kindness. And he would have to learn to accept what had happened to him—that part would be much harder, especially because he worked very hard to never think about any of that shit. 

He looked down to meet her gaze, his own soft and understanding. She had said she was still trying to learn all of these things too, and concern drew his brows together. If anyone deserves kindness and to know they are worthy, it is you, he told her. The knowledge that she had to work at these things too made his chest tighten. I, uh, will not be nearly as good of a listener as you are, but you can also talk to me, he paused and then added: If you want to. Maybe she thought he was too broken to listen and help her feel better, and maybe he was; he would still try, though, especially for Aquene. He rested his head on hers again. Maybe we can help each other.