[ Her hand hovers where he let go, for a second, before she pulls it back. She looks at it for a second, curls the hand into a fist, then looks up at him and before she can talk herself out of it, she shuffles off the edge of her bed and kneels between the bunks, with her arms open. Offering a hug.
If he doesn't accept it, she tells herself that it'll sting but she'll survive. Only, she's thinking back to that day he picked her up from the snow and she clung to his back, about how long it had been since they'd so much as hugged. ]
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Yeah, probably.
[ Her hand hovers where he let go, for a second, before she pulls it back. She looks at it for a second, curls the hand into a fist, then looks up at him and before she can talk herself out of it, she shuffles off the edge of her bed and kneels between the bunks, with her arms open. Offering a hug.
If he doesn't accept it, she tells herself that it'll sting but she'll survive. Only, she's thinking back to that day he picked her up from the snow and she clung to his back, about how long it had been since they'd so much as hugged. ]