[ He wrapped his arms around her the moment she curled up into him, resting his head against the top of hers and sighing deeply. He'd been able to tell it was about more, but it doesn't stop him from feeling like a jackass for triggering this out of her. She needed to cry, he knew that much, but he hated how often his being an idiot seemed to lead to her being heartbroken. ]

People make rash choices when they're scared for someone—or someplace—they love.

[ He goes to cautiously stroke her hair, his fingers smoothing out the tangles from their fall. ]

I didn't mean to scare you. There wasn't time to find another way. We do whatever we can to keep each other safe, right? Even if it means doing something stupid ourselves.