[ Molly shouldn't be comforting Fjord, it seems so messed up. With tear-tracks down his face that melt damply into his beard under Molly's touch, he nods after a pause. ]
No, I — I know. I know you love me.
[ Greying bangs shake with his head, dismissing the topic shifting to himself. It never occurred to him Molly would remember what he said three days ago, if he ever returned. ]
You just went through your own personal nightmare again, this isn't about me.
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No, I — I know. I know you love me.
[ Greying bangs shake with his head, dismissing the topic shifting to himself. It never occurred to him Molly would remember what he said three days ago, if he ever returned. ]
You just went through your own personal nightmare again, this isn't about me.