[ She wraps her arms around him in turn and presses her face into his shoulder. No more tears, even if it may still be a little damp from when she was crying. ]
I— okay. I-I'll... I'll think. Promise.
[ Fuck. Her fists ball in his shirt again. ]
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[ She wraps her arms around him in turn and presses her face into his shoulder. No more tears, even if it may still be a little damp from when she was crying. ]
I— okay. I-I'll... I'll think. Promise.
[ Fuck. Her fists ball in his shirt again. ]