[He doesn't say it harshly. It doesn't even occur to him that it could be said in a cruel way. He squeezes her hand gently, just making sure it's still there.]
[His hand finally lets hers go, and moves up to her face, finges resting on her cheek while he gazes into her eyes for a second to make sure before he glances away. Yeah. She's sad alright.]
[Just this once, he doesn't have the energy to fight about it. Anyway, she's just confirmed it. He'll be sure to try and cheer her up later. Whenever his head isn't too heavy to pick up again, maybe.]
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[He doesn't say it harshly. It doesn't even occur to him that it could be said in a cruel way. He squeezes her hand gently, just making sure it's still there.]
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What makes you think I'm sad?
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[His hand finally lets hers go, and moves up to her face, finges resting on her cheek while he gazes into her eyes for a second to make sure before he glances away. Yeah. She's sad alright.]
Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.
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[It comes off a little more strongly than she intended, her tone defensive.]
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[Just this once, he doesn't have the energy to fight about it. Anyway, she's just confirmed it. He'll be sure to try and cheer her up later. Whenever his head isn't too heavy to pick up again, maybe.]
Okay, just don't leave.
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I won't.
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[He nuzzles down into her shoulder again. It's pathetic, but it feels good.]
If you ever want to talk about it, come and find me.
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Have you ever screwed up so badly that it can't be fixed?
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Yes.
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Me too.