“I don’t mean that kind of vulnerability.” He covers my hand with his. “It’s just being so close to something, eyes closed, defenses down. I don’t feel safe. It’s too vulnerable—” “To attack,” I say following his logic. “When do you feel safest?” “Never. But being able to keep you safe makes it all worth it. The paranoia, constantly being on edge, never letting my guard down. I might never feel safe because of all the ways I’m fucked in the head, but I can sleep at night knowing you are.”
