He nearly winces at the words. Here he was, full grown and yet still acting like a child. There's no reason for him to be the adult now that Susan is gone. And yet he resents himself for falling apart like this. It's not who he is supposed to be, even if he can afford to be someone else now. He doesn't want things to be different, he wants them to go back to how they used to be. But they can't. Just like before.

His hold on her weakens, and he shifts his nose brushing against her hair as she hides against him. He wondered how Anna could think such things, that he had a good heart. He didn't think his heart too extraordinary, especially wounded as it was, but clearly she appreciated it and that had to mean something, even if it wasn't something he could understand.

"...I miss him."