[He doesn't appear to mind. He understands, he really does, that horrific moment as everyone leaves you. The desperate wish for just ONE of them to not stay as one by one they vanish from your life for good. It's the worst kind of feeling, and he hopes whatever this mess is, that it's not real. That everything will be back to normal and she never has to go through this for real.
His fingers move to her hair, brushing through it in an attempt to soothe her. Then, softly, with the tiniest hint of a smile, trying to keep her mind off this mess:]
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His fingers move to her hair, brushing through it in an attempt to soothe her. Then, softly, with the tiniest hint of a smile, trying to keep her mind off this mess:]
Knock knock.