( It's a bit of both, more the latter than the former. She doesn't like keeping secrets about herself from those who should likely know them. Especially Jack, when they're here in this place and there's so few of them awake. He deserves that much from her, whether he thinks as much or not.
It doesn't occur to her at first that that was exactly what had happened to him, in the Swiss Headquarters. It takes her a moment after he says he's been there, and her hand comes right up to cover her mouth as the other reaches to cover his nearest arm, appalled with herself. That's how out of it she was, and that's the sign she needed to know just how far she's strayed from "alright". That she isn't fit to be caring for others when she's this twisted up over something, even days later, unable to shake it.
That she needed some proper sleep lest it continue to affect her judgment. )
Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean— of course you have. ( She curses under her breath in her own tongue, muffled enough that even the translation can't keep up as her touch skates right down his arm to find his fingers, giving them a squeeze. She doesn't know how else to convey how apologetic she is for even bringing it up— for making light of it as her worst nightmare, and still escaping it otherwise unscathed when he hadn't nearly been so lucky.
That he'd even replied was huge, on his part, and she realizes that as well. (You did good, Jack. She'll thank him later for telling her.) Instead that hand over her mouth moves into her hair, cradling her temple, but she doesn't let go of his hand. Honestly, maybe that's where the fear really dug in its talons. Having to see those scars etched across his face and having imagined it, how he must have had to dig himself out and drag himself off to safety.
He's a far stronger person than she is, even in spirit. She knew it before and it continues to hold true. He lets onto something so traumatic with minimal hesitation and doesn't even balk to it. )
That was so careless of me... I suppose I really do need to rest.
( But she's glad they're talking. She's glad he's here, and safe, and she doesn't know what she would have done if she'd never found him here. If she'd lost him again. )
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It doesn't occur to her at first that that was exactly what had happened to him, in the Swiss Headquarters. It takes her a moment after he says he's been there, and her hand comes right up to cover her mouth as the other reaches to cover his nearest arm, appalled with herself. That's how out of it she was, and that's the sign she needed to know just how far she's strayed from "alright". That she isn't fit to be caring for others when she's this twisted up over something, even days later, unable to shake it.
That she needed some proper sleep lest it continue to affect her judgment. )
Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean— of course you have. ( She curses under her breath in her own tongue, muffled enough that even the translation can't keep up as her touch skates right down his arm to find his fingers, giving them a squeeze. She doesn't know how else to convey how apologetic she is for even bringing it up— for making light of it as her worst nightmare, and still escaping it otherwise unscathed when he hadn't nearly been so lucky.
That he'd even replied was huge, on his part, and she realizes that as well. (You did good, Jack. She'll thank him later for telling her.) Instead that hand over her mouth moves into her hair, cradling her temple, but she doesn't let go of his hand. Honestly, maybe that's where the fear really dug in its talons. Having to see those scars etched across his face and having imagined it, how he must have had to dig himself out and drag himself off to safety.
He's a far stronger person than she is, even in spirit. She knew it before and it continues to hold true. He lets onto something so traumatic with minimal hesitation and doesn't even balk to it. )
That was so careless of me... I suppose I really do need to rest.
( But she's glad they're talking. She's glad he's here, and safe, and she doesn't know what she would have done if she'd never found him here. If she'd lost him again. )