Depending on the memory, he sometimes simply twitched and sat through it unless it was a particularly large or strong one. What he experienced was both long and strong, rolled into an intensity that took his breath away as he tried to distance himself from it, not certain what else he could do as he rode it out, feeling the cold through his wool jacket, the thrilled adrenaline that game with combat and the sound of gunfire, the twisting to realize he could never get his gun up and then her body in front of his own. There was a grunt as the bullet impacted, but he was well-trained and hardened enough to ignore her injury to fire and kill the soldier in question first. Then he had worried after her, snarling and shouting at her for daring to take that bullet...

He groaned, swaying on his feet until the warmth of her hands on his cheeks steadied him. He still swayed, but he bowed his head to her hands, breathing hard as his vision slowly cleared as the memory faded away. His hands itched at his sides and finally reached out to settle on the swell of her hips, desperate for contact but unwilling to draw her in. "...you shouldn't have... I was angry with you. I think... I was angry, wasn't I?"