Don't be sorry. Don't fucking say sorry to me, I don't need it.
[he wipes his forearm across his face, and she reaches up and wraps her arms around his shoulders - fucking tall dumb teenagers she's so sick of it - before tugging him down to hug him. she slides her fingers into his hair and holds him.]
S'okay. [she - doesn't know what to do, but this feels like what maybe caduceus would do, and she's always trying to emulate him, even if she's not as wise as he is. she thinks maybe this is what molly would do, too. her moral backbones, funny as it is.] Lean on me. I'm here.
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[he wipes his forearm across his face, and she reaches up and wraps her arms around his shoulders - fucking tall dumb teenagers she's so sick of it - before tugging him down to hug him. she slides her fingers into his hair and holds him.]
S'okay. [she - doesn't know what to do, but this feels like what maybe caduceus would do, and she's always trying to emulate him, even if she's not as wise as he is. she thinks maybe this is what molly would do, too. her moral backbones, funny as it is.] Lean on me. I'm here.