a.n. post eps 6.17…
She wakes suddenly reaching out for him, missing the comfort of his embrace. They had fallen asleep wrapped tightly around each other, after barely being a hairsbreadth apart since her rescue.
As close as he had been since they found her in the woods, never leaving her side for even a second, she's shocked not to find him next to her. So she rises from their bed to go in search of him, the chill of the room causing goose bumps to rise on her naked flesh.
She thinks he's probably at his desk attempting to put the images that are surely rioting thru his brain into words.
He sat eerily quiet as she retold her story to Captain Gates and Fowler.
The white of his knuckles as he sat listening, gripping the arm of the chair and the set of his jaw during her retelling of her story were the reactions he displayed.
She knew his brain was in overdrive picturing it all as he sat there listening to the horrific things she had survived.
She looked for her robe but not seeing on the chair, she pulled on his t-shirt. Sliding it over her head she breathed in his scent, allowing it to surround around her.
Stepping out into the study she finds his chair empty, his laptop sitting silent upon his desk.
She moves further out into the living room thinking maybe she'd find him standing there staring out the window into the moonlit night.
Finding the room empty she heads to the kitchen, thinking maybe he's seeking solace from a stiff drink. That too is empty.
Turning back she heads back to their room. She finds him sitting on the cold tile floor of the en-suite, her robe clenched in his fist, tears streaming down his face.
She approaches him slowly not wanting to startle him.
Sitting down she pulls him into her arms.
He sobs as she holds him close "I'm here" she says."I'm here.