She paints his shirt in shades of pain, soaking through the material and branding her heart's ache into his until she collapses on him, too spent to continue.

"I missed you."

Her words huff, tinged with disgust.

Sesshoumaru closes his eyes, spreading his hand over her back to hold her closer. "Would you believe that it grieves me to have caused you pain?"

"Yes." Fingers flex over his ribs, and her breath shudders. "But that doesn't fix things."

"No, it does not."

They fall silent then, the darkness swallowing them where they lie soaking in the fragments of their relationship.