He’d been gone these past few weeks, every moment they’d shared, he was already gone. Fighting the battle inside his own mind. His loneliness, his grief, it couldn’t be solved by her touch alone. It was forgotten, set to the side while they dealt with the task at hand, but it was there. In the quiet, it came back. Because it would always come back. In the moments where the sun was bright and the waves lapped onto the beach, when everything was peaceful, it would be there. 