She shifts to curl an arm around him, hand smoothing wherever it can reasonably reach. Again, she's out of words outside of gentle denial of the faults he wants to put on himself.
"I'm glad you're still here. I'm glad we're going home. That's what I'm taking away."
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She shifts to curl an arm around him, hand smoothing wherever it can reasonably reach. Again, she's out of words outside of gentle denial of the faults he wants to put on himself.
"I'm glad you're still here. I'm glad we're going home. That's what I'm taking away."