Tonight I am going to sleep thinking about Kauri having a rough few weeks, chasing his old coping mechanisms, pushing Jake away, refusing to talk to anyone. Hating himself for not just being better after all this time. He was doing fine, why does it hurt so much again?
And Antoni sitting with him to let him work out that frustration, somewhere dark and open and not a closed door at all.
I am also thinking about how Jameson has only survived by being willing to kill and fight and run and he barely understands any other way to be. An offer of kindness is a trap. Safety means safely locked up. And how he turned that defense on an image of his captor only to nearly kill the first person whose compassion for him didn't come with conditions.
Jameson, sitting in Nat's house, understanding that he was taken by monsters too many times, and he became one.
