[He can feel his own body shudder underneath her sobbing, the stress of the vision still weighing heavily on his mind even after letting himself sit and breathe, running through every coping mechanism he had to deal with it. Ajax holds her closer still, his hand pressing into her hair as he pulls her in tightly to him, allowing the feeling of her being there in his arms to remind him that's he's still alive. She's still alive.]

There's nothing to apologize for, really.

[Their argument already forgotten in his mind, as it seemed to small and insignificant in comparison. His head falls to rest on top of hers, cradling her when he has to fight the tears back when certain scenes pop back into his mind, breath hitching in his throat.]

We're okay now, [he breathes quietly, trying to smile though he's unsure if he's trying to convince her or himself.] Don't worry, okay? Just be with me, for a moment. Everything will be fine.