“There is nothing to forgive...” Gwendolyn murmured, following him as he moved away from her. As much as he wanted her to know that he was a bastion of strength for her, she wanted him to also know that they would share their pain together— that she would try and give him what he offered her. Both of her hands went to cup his face, gently tilting him until they were looking squarely at one another.<br/><br/>“You have always been so strong for me.” She smiled, and for the first time, it was not empty nor hollow, but the closest she had come in a long time to something real. “Allow me to be strong for you.” Cameron had loved her parents, and vice versa. She had no doubt that he felt her pain just as acutely.<br/><br/>“We shan’t see them until you are ready. All that matters is that you’ve come home.” And this time, without waiting for him to pull her to him, Gwendolyn crushed herself to him, arms winding around his chest. “You’re home.”