When the not-worst happens

They grit their teeth, glaring at the remnants of their home.

He stood beside them, his own unhappiness also resonating. They knew he was going to say something even more annoying though. Something they didn’t want to hear right now. They considered tuning him out, but didn’t manage in time.

“We can build another one.”

“Don’t try to reassure me now,” they snapped.

He put a hand on their shoulder, much to their annoyance. They scowled at him, but as per usual their displeasure didn’t seem to affect him much. Instead, he slowly pulled them into his chest, sliding that arm around them. They considered pushing him away, but eventually decided against it. Instead, their attention returned to what remained of the residence.

“I’m not reassured.”

“I know.”

They sighed and pressed into his side. If this had been the worst thing to ever happen, they might have been more devastated. But the two of them had survived it. “Me too.”