[She isn't used to this kind of thing, but it doesn't stop her from tightening her grip after a moment, fingers balling up in the fabric of his shirt. She doesn't say anything just yet, just breathes in and out and presses her forehead into his shoulder for a few moments.
When she takes a step back, she blinks a few times, sighing. She's not going to cry, but her voice sounds more frail than she'd like it to regardless.]
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When she takes a step back, she blinks a few times, sighing. She's not going to cry, but her voice sounds more frail than she'd like it to regardless.]
Sorry. Just - that sucked.