She felt it. His despair, his hate. It broke her heart. Her heart stuttered at the was of emotion coming from him, and her arms dropped, to cradle him atop her, her had smoothing his hair back, head turning to kiss his hair. She didn't understand it, how could she? She was just human. And she knew, without a doubt, where the sadness came from. The one thing she could never fix. She hated that. She hated how she was powerless to heal the wound that ran so deep. She was like the cool scar you got from some horrendous accident when you were a child.<br/><br/>Tegan's arms wrapped around him, tight, trying in vain to block out his cosmic hurts. "Roe..." She whispered, mouth still pressed against his locks. "Maybe we should get going?" It was all she could think of, and instantly regretted it. She still felt made of warm lead, she still wanted, needed his nearness. She wanted to sleep with him, safe. She wanted him to make slow love to her on the table. She wanted to make him forget, even if for just a moment.