[He looks down at their hands, fingers tightening against the back of her hand. A firm press that reminded him that she was there, that she was herself. Even if he kept believing in this being a delusion that Thomas Warren had created to get something from him, he'd never be able to think that Alex was anything but herself.
Wherever he was she had to be there with him.
To be fair, he'd almost forgotten the kiss. It'd been pushed out by the fact that Alex had lost weeks. That, someone, had messed with her memories and taken those weeks from her.]
I'd just found out that you were missing memories. I was, concerned.
[He still was. But now, he was more concerned that he would slip up, that times like this would happen more frequently and that he would eventually tell her everything.
Some things were better for her not to know. Like what was happening in Geneva or her Black Tape.]
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Wherever he was she had to be there with him.
To be fair, he'd almost forgotten the kiss. It'd been pushed out by the fact that Alex had lost weeks. That, someone, had messed with her memories and taken those weeks from her.]
I'd just found out that you were missing memories. I was, concerned.
[He still was. But now, he was more concerned that he would slip up, that times like this would happen more frequently and that he would eventually tell her everything.
Some things were better for her not to know. Like what was happening in Geneva or her Black Tape.]