A Drabble by Lyn
He wore it like a cloak of comfort about his shoulders. Guarded it jealously, nurtured it, allowed it to erect walls around his feelings, to keep everyone at arm's length. It sheltered him, allowing him to get on, do the job, and not think about the what-ifs and what should have been.
He could only look forward to the next task, because to look back would only remind him of how he had erred, how he had failed his father's bidding that he protect Sam at all costs.
He could never examine it too closely. It was his salvation.