[He lets out a shallow breath.] Yes.

We traded insults until I tried to ask him something personal. I tried to provoke some truth from him and failed that, too. Surely he will forgive me soon enough, yet the way he discusses intimacy has always depressed me. It's not that I don't understand why he feels the way he does, I just I wish he could open his heart, at least to himself.

[he groans low, hips raising as she hits the joint. Guard duty in the freezing cold had stiffened his limbs more than he realized.]