"No, don't apologize," she said thoughtfully, her eyes cloudy from the medication. "It's just... I've never really seen that side of you directed at me before."
“Yes, well...” She trailed off and then shrugged, the medicine making her blunt. “I dream about it sometimes, you know. I know you wouldn’t, but I dream that you snap one day and you hurt everyone.”
She paused for a moment, thinking. “Sometimes. Sometimes you do. You’re always really, really angry.”
She frowned, tugging on a curl. “It changes each time. One time you were furious that I didn’t light the fireplace the right way. That was... that was a bad one.”
She looked up at him and noticed, even in her drowsy state. “But you know what? I wake up in the middle of night and I’m scared and panicking, but then you pull me closer and there’s no one I’d rather see.”
She shook her head. "I think it's more that..." She paused, trying to find the right words. "You're such a constant in my life. I rely on you - maybe too much - to be the one thing that I know isn't going to change. So, for me, the idea of no longer being able to depend on that is terrifying.
