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Davis looked over the top of his coffee at Tru, feeling a stabbing sensation of guilt ripple through him at her expression. She was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine but he knew what she was thinking about. She was thinking about Luc. He had only died one month earlier and she was having a hard time coping, even if she played the part of the professional, saving people when they asked for it with worrying efficiency. Worrying, because Davis felt that she was forgetting what she had once loved about her job; worrying because he believed that she was starting to see the people she rescued as meaningless faces rather than actual people with actual personalities. He missed the old days, missed the Tru that would rush around the city, desperate to defeat fate.
He shook his head at himself and drank some more of his coffee. That Tru was gone forever, replaced with an empty, broken shell and he couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't in his nature to meddle, he was much more content to sit and watch the world go by. But he still missed her, and he still wanted to save her somehow.
He stood up, heading in the direction of the hallway. He had no reason to go there but he wanted an excuse to talk to her. "You doing okay?"
She lowered the magazine and he could see that it was still on the same page it had been on when he had entered the room ten minutes ago. "I'm fine."
"You sure? Because… if you weren't… we could talk."
"I'm fine."
"No," he had said the word before he realised he was talking. It was too late to scurry away and immerse in filing papers though, he had to speak his mind. "You're not fine, you miss him." She looked away and he sat down on the couch next to her. "It's okay if you miss him Tru, he's only been gone a month."
"No he hasn't."
"What do you…?"
"He hasn't been gone for a month Davis," for a few seconds the fire in her voice had returned, a glance of who she once was, but then it softened again, barely audible. "He's been dead for a month. If he was gone he could come back, but he can't, he's dead and he can't come back anymore."
He was about to speak but she turned to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I miss him, I should have saved him."
"You've saved many people," he wanted to punch himself. Out of all the stupid things he could have said, that had to have sounded the worst. Telling her that out of all the people she had saved, she hadn't been able to rescue the one she cared about. "He wouldn't want you to be upset about this…" Damn, he'd done it again. He'd been told that a lot after his wife had died and he had never believed it once. He'd sworn then that he would never inflict that sentence onto someone, but he'd gone and done it now.
The door opened and his head twisted round to see Harrison standing there. He looked back to Tru but the moment had gone. Her face was a mask of complacent happiness as she smiled at Harrison.
"You ready to go?"
"Yeah, sure," she stood up, leaving the magazine behind and headed out of the door, disappearing down the corridor. Harrison raised a hand in greeting to Davis before he started to leave as well. Davis reached the door before him, grabbing hold of his wrist to stop him from disappearing.
"How's Tru been around you?"
"Tru? She's fine, why?"
"She's not fine Harrison, I'm worried about her…" he lowered his voice, "I'm worried that she isn't coping."
Harrison looked confused, "seems happy enough to me."
"Luc's only been… Luc only died a month ago."
"Tru's strong, she's fine." Harrison pulled his wrist away from Davis and left as well.
Davis wasn't sure if Harrison was being fooled by Tru's performance or if he didn't want to admit that she was having trouble, but he knew that he had to make Harrison see what was wrong. He couldn't let Tru slip even further into her sadness.