Mia didn't like saying that out loud. Of course loneliness was worse, wasn't it?
She was upset with her family, certainly, for not reminding her sooner of the memories she'd lost, but not ever having her family around at all sounded unbearable.
Yet, Ford had proclaimed his life of not trusting anyone as if it were normal. Commonplace. To be expected. So she had doubted herself for a moment.
She continued to support him under one arm. Despite the weakness and hunger he'd suffered from when he first arrived, she could feel strong muscles through the fabric of his shirt. He didn't really even lean on her at all, she was there more for balance than any weight bearing.
Trauma is hard on everyone. I choose to eat my feelings. Delicious, yummy feelings.