[He stands there, stalwart, for a long time, letting her cry it out. His fingers comb through what little of her nest of hair he can without pulling and he rests his cheek against her temple lightly, a further reassurance that he's not going anywhere, that he's there for her as long as she needs.
He waits until the shaking in her shoulders subsides to speak, his voice a quiet rumble in his chest, asking a question that's not really a question.]
It never goes away, does it. Even after you face your fear and get past it, it's still there, right behind you.
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He waits until the shaking in her shoulders subsides to speak, his voice a quiet rumble in his chest, asking a question that's not really a question.]
It never goes away, does it. Even after you face your fear and get past it, it's still there, right behind you.
[Take it from someone who knows.]