( he keeps his gaze on her for a tiny moment - maybe just the span of his next heartbeat, which seems to have picked up a bit behind his ribs - and then the fingers of one hand reach out slowly, brushing over the bend of an elbow, a hesitant request to pull her into a hug, permission for him to be the one to comfort her.
he won't press, he would never think to, but the want is still there. and he doesn't say anything - not yet - because he isn't entirely sure what words would work best here. )
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he won't press, he would never think to, but the want is still there. and he doesn't say anything - not yet - because he isn't entirely sure what words would work best here. )