This somehow felt more intimate than anything else they had shared thus far. He had been inside her mind, her body, naked flesh pressed against each other; yet this moment sitting on the floor, both of them fully clothed, strangely felt more revealing. He couldn’t remember the last time he held someone while they cried, if it had ever happened—she curled against him, holding onto his lean frame like he was a lifeline. Like he was the only rock in a raging current. 