[Yeah. That's what she thought. Even when she's able to find distractions from her own darkness, it always creeps back in again the moment there's space in her mind.
She wishes she could have been there for him earlier.
She doesn't ask permission out loud this time, but the motion of her hand towards his waist is tentative, her offer of a hug silent.]
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She wishes she could have been there for him earlier.
She doesn't ask permission out loud this time, but the motion of her hand towards his waist is tentative, her offer of a hug silent.]