[his hands are clammy and solid, and he thinks fuck it before he pitches forward to rest his forehead against hers, eyes slipping shut. she can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, if her own aren't too hot to drown it all out]
Whatever you saw. . . [he trails off and swallows thickly]
Of course I'm okay. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere.
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Whatever you saw. . . [he trails off and swallows thickly]
Of course I'm okay. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere.