[She laughs again, sniffly in a way that has nothing to do with the cold she’s brewing, and draws back just enough so she can look at him properly so he can indeed verify what she’s about to say.]
It’s me, I’m here.
[Oh no, he’s crying and that’s only going to set her off more. She immediately frees up one of her hands to brush her thumb under his eyes.]
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It’s me, I’m here.
[Oh no, he’s crying and that’s only going to set her off more. She immediately frees up one of her hands to brush her thumb under his eyes.]
Don’t cry, silly!