Don't apologize over what happened. Never going to make it easier save for moving on. I ugh...thank you for understanding. And I promise to tell you if something comes up.

[He melts into the end of the couch, lightly tracing along the lines of the runic charm pulsing on his skin. Telling what had happened always makes him feel as though he was significantly smaller and almost like a child speaking about the boogeyman or some other story that perpetuates nightmares.

It had been a while and he's still healing from it all. The reaper actually wasn't too sure whether or not he would ever go back to being the same regardless of time.]

And here I was supposed to be the protector.

[A sad laugh slipping out and short lived at that. He glances up at him, an inquiry about joining him on his lips but never spoken.]