Matt continues to caress Tasha's shoulder out of habit, because she's the only thing tethering his sanity right now.
"I'm just so...numb, Tasha. Milla was supposed to have a better life than this. A longer life. I know we can't control what happens to everyone, but this is still so wrong." he says.
"You saved my ass and you're patching me up. I don't know if I should push my luck tonight, Widow." he says, the hint of smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
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