He lay silent for a moment, feeling the damage at which she was staring, the slight tremor in both her hands. The memories Pippa carried around with her injured hand made him heartsick, not least because he too carried memories of the loss of that finger, and from a perspective he wished to heaven he didn't have.
Not that it hadn't been useful at the time, he thought with a chill trickling through his gut.
Rory sat up at last, bringing his right hand around to cradle both of hers. He didn't try to hide her missing finger, but rather clasped her hands in a warm, acknowledging touch. All we can do is continue from here, somehow.
"I think, I hope I understand why you left, sweet. Most of it at least." He ached to put his arms around her, but ... not yet. "New York no longer felt safe, and you couldn't reclaim your ability to work glass there. And the memories--" He stopped and swallowed hard.
"As for how you left ... well. I won't deny it hurt, but I don't know of any way that wouldn't have. And I certainly made mistakes of my own, for which I owe you an apology."
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Not that it hadn't been useful at the time, he thought with a chill trickling through his gut.
Rory sat up at last, bringing his right hand around to cradle both of hers. He didn't try to hide her missing finger, but rather clasped her hands in a warm, acknowledging touch. All we can do is continue from here, somehow.
"I think, I hope I understand why you left, sweet. Most of it at least." He ached to put his arms around her, but ... not yet. "New York no longer felt safe, and you couldn't reclaim your ability to work glass there. And the memories--" He stopped and swallowed hard.
"As for how you left ... well. I won't deny it hurt, but I don't know of any way that wouldn't have. And I certainly made mistakes of my own, for which I owe you an apology."