"Done that for quite a while", he answered quietly, because really, what use was it to lie to her? He didn't want that, not after last night. If she put her trust in him like that, he couldn't go on excluding her from his own problems.

"Not exactly the cheapest way to travel, though, and you know. My hidden reserves and all have mostly be eaten by tech to destroy the planet. Sometimes it gets better, then I'll walk the streets for weeks like I used to and I think I'm over it. Then I pass by another memorial... Or I meet an agent on home base whom I used to catch bullets for and who suddenly doesn't know me anymore. And it's all right back to the start. It will never stop, Tash'. And running from it doesn't make it better."

He pressed her hand weakly, thankful for her support. It also helped not rubbing that one spot on his wrist where a faint throbbing of memory wants to kick in, from another of these not so pleasant meetings on the Helicarrier. She didn't know about that one, no one did. He didn't want anyone to.

He shoved his other hand deep down in his pocket instead, his sight locked on the arrival board, counting the minutes left until the train would arrive.