[He's not sure how to do this. This domestic thing. He stays for a while or even for the whole night - and then what? To be fair he was getting pretty good at it, once upon a time. Sure, he had outbursts, he had the itch to get back to the field, he had nightmares and arguments and tantrums. It had hardly been sunshine and roses for him. But he'd trade away this emptiness in a heartbeat, this not knowing how to spend the time between staving off the night nightmares and walking through the day nightmares.]
You sure we're not the assholes in this scenario? [At least he's got some of his sense of humour back. At least there's still something human in that lump on her couch. And he could sit here and dress it up four different ways - she's in perpetual danger, they're both still a little skittish since the incident at the hotel, he's got nowhere else to be, and so on - but in the end the question is whether he wants to stay. Because he's the one finding excuses to go; she isn't chasing him away.]
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You sure we're not the assholes in this scenario? [At least he's got some of his sense of humour back. At least there's still something human in that lump on her couch. And he could sit here and dress it up four different ways - she's in perpetual danger, they're both still a little skittish since the incident at the hotel, he's got nowhere else to be, and so on - but in the end the question is whether he wants to stay. Because he's the one finding excuses to go; she isn't chasing him away.]
I'll stay.