Hushed Willows My girl don't want me cause of my dirty laundry

He hadn't sought an apology in all of this. What he sought was a change to this behavior, this rocket-speed descent into a madness he, admittedly, foolishly, had not been prepared for.
I don't want you to apologize, his tongue flicks quickly over his lips in a release of tension as he instinctively snakes an arm around her shoulders. I want that to change. From now on, you talk to me when you're feelin' like that, alright? You can talk to me.
Had she not, always? Had this not been what was agreed upon that day they wed between the evergreens? Were they not meant to be partners?
He rests his chin in the space between her ears and allows his eyes to come to a close. Are you hungry?