Author's Note: Despite the lovely Pride-LaSalle bonding in 2x0 , not sure that would be enough to help him when he'd been avoiding his grief so adamantly…Anyway, more of this, because… I'm enjoying it, anyway.
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"No. I don't think so," Chris said. Those blue-green eyes all silent patience.
He thought that Savannah's eyes were green. Had been. Their memory now was supplanted by the image of her in death, lifeless milky-grey and unseeing.
"I don't exac'ly spend alotta time at home anymore."
A nod, a scribbled note. Doubtless it said 'Denial. Avoidance.'
And all true.
"But I still have nightmares."
"About her death?"
He shrugged. "Mostly."
The therapist's blue-green eyes pushed him, obviating any need for words.
"Others, too, now. Pride, Brody… My momma an' sister. An' I never can save 'em. Any of 'em."
