It is understood that people go to other people when they need comfort. When they need to be reminded of what it is to be alive, everyone has someone they can go to.
On board, you could see the relationships develop this way. After a difficult job, you could see everyone break into couples, just for the comfort. Just for the assurance.
Just one person for everyone, depending on the place. Doesn't matter how much you love so-and-so, it's still whomever that you go to when you need the comfort of their presence. That's just the way it is, a fact of life.
You may not even like the person you go to – but that doesn't stop you going to them. You need them, more than you need to hate them. You just need them to be there, and you inherently know that they will be, and that they'll understand. That's why you go to them; they understand what you're going through better than anyone else possibly could.
But sometimes, relationships break down. There are arguments, betrayals. Falsified things that break the bonds you've formed, things you could have stopped, if only you'd seen them coming. And there's nothing you can do but sit, and wait.
I get that, I get the need for others; I get the need to obey and to trust. I just hurts that it isn't me she does that with. It hurts that there's things I cat do for her – I can't protect her, I can't take away the scars the war left behind. I can't ease the hurt she's gone through, and carried with her every day. The only person who can do that is the Captain. But I know she knows I'm here for her, if she needs me.
Sometimes all people need is to take a look around and know that there is someone out there who is waiting, ready, if ever you need them. For some people it's their parents, their siblings, their children or carers. For Zoe, it's me. Or at least, I hope it is.
And sometimes that's enough – just knowing that they're there, read to catch you, ready to listen to whatever you have to say. But sometimes, there are things you just can't bring yourself to say – like with Zoe and the war. But one day, one day she'll open up and tell me. And I'll be there, ready, waiting. Because she needs me to be. And as her husband, I need to be there, just to make sure she's ok.