We've managed to escape the press so far, mostly due to my darling father and my awesome sneaking skills, or so I boast to Lara, hoping for that small twitch indicating she's amused.
I'm not sure if I can ever get a real smile out of her again, I feel as if seeing me reminds her of everything... But mostly the bad things. And that is only if her eyes are not looking through me, seeing ghosts of the past.
I've contemplated leaving, but then I see what she becomes when I'm gone for even a moment. So I always come back, take her trembling hands and hold her close 'till she's calm again.
Her body, mostly healed in the physical sense, has only now begun dealing with the emotional wounds. My savior, my warrior (she hates it when I call her that), reduced to a shivering pile of limbs.
She's afraid to be a burden, I'm afraid she will get sick of me. Irony seems to be a big thing in my life right now.