Neverwinter Forest the beach, the way the water felt-

When she lay next to him, he closed whatever distance was between them, burying his face in the fur of her neck, silent for a moment before taking in one sharp breath. It had been an invitation -- at least from his touch-starved perspective -- that he'd been so ready to take advantage of. Hadn't it? He was too tired to confirm.

Because for the last however long it had been, everything had been about Mal making sure that everyone else was ok -- Caerus, Liliana, Simmik. And because of the first two, he didn't feel like he could go find solace on his own -- no, he was supposed to help his children, wasn't he? And he was probably too touchy-feely for the whole list, leaving Mal feeling particularly alone and on his own.

But he was trying to keep himself together, but at the same time, he did need to talk to someone who didn't (as far as he knew) have a pile of fresh problems of their own. So there was an understandable pause there before he croaked, I didn't get to fix things -- I can't--. Which part? All of it. All of the bad things had fit there in some way. It was vague enough. It wasn't like he was any good at talking about any of this stuff either, other than to blame himself.