[ It's okay. He's about two seconds from reaching for her anyway. She beats him to it, and he just sinks into it, into her, slipping his arms around her waist and closing his eyes, burying his face in her shoulder. ]
Don't. [ He mutters, holding her tightly. ] Don't, you don't have to.
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Don't. [ He mutters, holding her tightly. ] Don't, you don't have to.