Krugeristan wrote:"Assad said to say 'hi' as well, if I ever saw you again and he's convinced we're not going to be together for a while--not until my birthday, I guess, but even then, he doesn't know if he'll be able to make it. He's doing his best right now--I'm not. I'm still a mess. I've . . . been having a lot of nightmares lately. Don't know why my subconscious thinks you're going to leave, or get hurt, or something else, but . . . I don't know. Dreams are weird, I guess."
Fiona pulled him closer, softly stroking his back and smiling comfortingly.
"You are doing your best, Karak.", she whispered to him, "You are here, you are with me... and that means, that you doing your best... and you'll not get rid of me that easily." She grinned into his ear, kissing him on the cheek and looking into his eyes a moment later, her smile fading. "Believe it or not, but I've been afraid about you, too..."