No... [She's apologetic.] There's something weird about it, and complicated. But we're working on figuring it out.
[She steps towards him, now, coming close enough to where she can duck into his gaze and look up into his face, too-blue eyes large and earnest and soft. One of her arms bends a little at the elbow, palm up and fingers relaxed -- an invitation to take his hand. She wants to, she does. He looks so terrified -- she can't not reach out. But she doesn't want to force contact on him if he doesn't want it. So, instead, she'll open the door.
Her voice is gentle.] Until then, all we have to do is look out for each other. We're all in this together, so if we stick together, we'll make it through this. [Déja vu. She said this a lot at the Sierra Madre, too. It makes her mouth twitch, corners tugging down ever-so-slightly. Her expression doesn't otherwise waver.]
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[She steps towards him, now, coming close enough to where she can duck into his gaze and look up into his face, too-blue eyes large and earnest and soft. One of her arms bends a little at the elbow, palm up and fingers relaxed -- an invitation to take his hand. She wants to, she does. He looks so terrified -- she can't not reach out. But she doesn't want to force contact on him if he doesn't want it. So, instead, she'll open the door.
Her voice is gentle.] Until then, all we have to do is look out for each other. We're all in this together, so if we stick together, we'll make it through this. [Déja vu. She said this a lot at the Sierra Madre, too. It makes her mouth twitch, corners tugging down ever-so-slightly. Her expression doesn't otherwise waver.]