He winces a moment, because the mention of getting hit by a car, like the mention of explosions, triggers some very dark memories. Brenda's death was seven years old by the time everything else happened, though, and he's had time to deal with it. "I know. I'm not... trying to push you away, just... understand that I'm afraid? I'm fighting it." He gives her a pleading look, but doesn't move his chair back to the table yet.
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Date: 2010-09-30 02:30 am (UTC)