She hugged her knees to her chest. And they would have never had the chance to tell each other how they felt . . . Her expression clouded. Then someone dies, and you wish you had said something . . . She trailed off.
Most people never think of that.
He replied, quietly, placing a gentle arm around her shoulders. Not until it happens, anyway . . . He shuddered involuntarily with the memory, a too cold night, and hot blood . . . I'm not surprised you're thinking this way. He said, smiling.