<div style="text-align: justify;">Cassandra felt her heart tighten in her chest. She had seen that happen before. Those moments when Blake went some place where she couldn't follow him. At least his mind did, even if her was right there. She knew he only held her hands that tightly - almost tightly enough to hurt them - when he was afraid to lose himself if he let go. And she had always endured it patiently. Every time, she had waited and held on.<br/><br/>When Blake started speaking, Cassandra kept silent and listened. There wasn't much she could do, was there? She wanted to be able to fix this. To fix <span style="font-style: italic">him</span>. But she knew she couldn't. And she knew exactly who he was when she had said <span style="font-style: italic">'I do'</span>. Well, maybe not exactly. The first time he had spiraled out of control had been scary.<br/><br/>It had taken time, learning, therapy, medication, and a lot of patience. More patience than Cassandra had ever thought she had. But then again... what was the alternative? Leaving Blake? She didn't want to, and she feared he might break if she even considered it.<br/><br/>All the bad thoughts went away from Cassandra’s mind when Blake turned around and faced her, though. His gaze and his smile reassured her. He was all right, at least for now. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“I’ll help you, love”</span>, Cassandra murmured softly. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“You’re not dealing with this alone”</span>.<br/><br/>When the second truck stopped in front of the house and Blake told her to go rest, Cass still hesitated for a moment. After some thinking, she decided treating Blake like a piece of fragile crystal would do him no good. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“Okay, love, I will”</span>, Cass murmured, standing on tiptoes for a kiss. <span style="color: #FFFF00">“Holler for me if you need anything”</span>.</div>