(She means it, too. She's glad she could be here to give him some modicum of comfort despite it all. Lucretia sniffs, and stops rubbing his back so she can wipe her eyes. The pair of them, honestly. If Lup were here she'd be poking fun, shaking her head in mock-exasperation. Magnus might have made a stupid joke about it being time to kiss and make up and Lucretia can see that scenario in her mind's eye with crystal clarity, can see the both of them reeling back with over-exaggerated disgust before bursting into laughter.
But it isn't like that. It's just the two of them alone in her room, trying their hardest to hold onto the remains of what their relationship used to be.)
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(She means it, too. She's glad she could be here to give him some modicum of comfort despite it all. Lucretia sniffs, and stops rubbing his back so she can wipe her eyes. The pair of them, honestly. If Lup were here she'd be poking fun, shaking her head in mock-exasperation. Magnus might have made a stupid joke about it being time to kiss and make up and Lucretia can see that scenario in her mind's eye with crystal clarity, can see the both of them reeling back with over-exaggerated disgust before bursting into laughter.
But it isn't like that. It's just the two of them alone in her room, trying their hardest to hold onto the remains of what their relationship used to be.)