[He gently takes back one of his hands so that he can wrap his arm around her shoulders and hold her as close as she wants to be. The hand that remains clasps hers more firmly. Dimly through the thick desperation that binds them, it strikes him as odd that he should be taller than her. He has been for some time, but it never seemed this prominent before. As she cries, he doesn't let up with the soft reassurances.]
I'm here...I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be alone. [He doubts he's as good at comforting, at striking just the right words, as she is, but he wants to try. He wants her to know he's sincere. Sincere enough to scare himself...it's scary, caring this much.]
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I'm here...I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be alone. [He doubts he's as good at comforting, at striking just the right words, as she is, but he wants to try. He wants her to know he's sincere. Sincere enough to scare himself...it's scary, caring this much.]