There was a smile on her face as she pulled the memory fully forward, him and Ben lying in bed side by side and just looking at the ceiling. “This is... calm. So calm.”

But does he?

“A little...” This is where she began to struggle and her grip on his arm went harsh. She was trying to focus, to let go of the memory without accidentally pulling up another.

They can fight to see.

Sure it is.

The hand over hers settled her again and, slowly, she withdraw her mind from his. It took her a moment before her eyes opened and she met his, searching his for any hint that she’d hurt him or brought up a bad memory. “Are you okay...?”

There was a smile on her lips still, watching him as she did so. They were all a little soft.

Glancing at his arm, her frown deepened and she looked up at him again. “I’m okay. But I hurt you?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Wraps her arms around her waist, hands balled into fists as she does. “I’m sorry. Truly. This is why I... why I don’t...” Suddenly frowns and stares off to the side, her lips twisted slightly in anger.

There was a soft hum that left her before she looked back at him, looking a little glazed over. “Hmm? Oh. Okay. Okay, that’s good. I’m glad you’re not dead. You’re very kind.”

“Just... the voices are saying I should leave and not talk to you. But the man is saying to hurt you and get your memories but I don’t want to hurt you. You’ve been so kind.” She’s slowly pulling herself back from him.

“My... mm... my...” She frowns, struggling to get the words out because they were shouting inside her mind, pulling her focus so she couldn’t respond. Clutching her head, she lets out a soft cry of pain before screaming. “SHUT UP!”

There’s a soft sob that leaves her and she tries to struggle against him but it was a pretty feeble attempt. Just having some comfort seemed to switch off her mind and silence the voice. “I... I’m sorry... I don’t want to scare you...”

She doesn’t relax, tension still in her, but she does cautiously move to rest her head against his shoulder. “The voice, the male voice, that was my handler. He wants me to get as much information on you all as I possibly can and I refuse to... so he hurts my mind.”

Shakes her head and leans into him a little more, letting out a soft sigh as she does so. “No, it’s okay. This is okay. He’s silent now and... I’ve never had it this quiet...”

“He has not.”

Glances at him and smiles. “It’s quite hilarious. He’s huge and yet so innocent.”

[-]

She may be a little high and absolutely loving life.

“Morons.”