Redsand Canyon Do's and Donts' for crushes

He nodded mutely at her reassurance that it was all in the past. Was it, though? It clearly still affected her in the present day. His lips pulled into a frown at the unfairness of it all and his own futility in offering any sort of comfort whatsoever.

Her nose touched his shoulder and Atreus flinched away. He hated himself for it the second it happened and looked at her with apologies in his eyes, not just for the knee-jerk movement but his inability to react in any meaningful way. Atreus still hadn’t said a word beyond his choked, “What?”

She should go, she said. But she’d only just come! Atreus opened his mouth, prepared to argue, then clapped it shut. He could spare the time, that wasn’t a concern. And he didn’t really want her to go. But he knew he couldn’t do a single thing to address these traumas. He was just too ill-equipped.

I’m sorry, Ink, he managed to croak.