Wren twines their fingers, lets himself be stilled for a minute and just watches her, smiling slightly when she kisses his hand. When he lets down his walls, it's slowly and all at once, and Hana seems less phased than most people by fear.

He can feel her offer calm and he draws on it, though to be honest just lying quiet with her feels a little strengthening.

He smirks at that reminder. Neither is he.

Wren takes a breath. Love isn't always enough, he signs, cryptic, then adds, The last person who tried - we don't talk. How to explain Rian in a fair way? They'd been everything, once. Rian and Lexi were the first people who'd made Wren feel belonging anywhere. For years Rian was family, creative partner, lover, friend. Most of their conversations were half unspoken.

I loved him, he explains. But I'm a stubborn disaster. I don't want to...I can't hurt you like that. And I don't want to lose you, either.