[ She might have pulled away, if she'd noticed him reaching for her — but she gets far away sometimes, their Andy, and her thoughts were somewhere between that night she held her hands desperately against his bullet wound and more distant memories, faded fragments that she can't remember quite as clearly. It draws her back to feel his hand on hers, her eyes focusing again as she turns her head towards him. Her hand tenses slightly, but she doesn't withdraw. ]

Don't apologize to me. [ It was dumb. But she expects that by now — from all of them. From herself. They're stupid and reckless, the whole lot. ] I'm not the one that almost fucking died.

[ Though maybe she regrets putting it that way now. Makes it sound as serious as it was — which makes it harder to play it off. ]

Did you forget that you're mortal, or did you just not care?