(Oh no, that makes her tear up, when he holds out his hand to her. Why is he being so nice. She hesitates, then takes it, and it's a touch that it comforting.)
I don't know, (she says, managing a small chuckle even as she's hurriedly wiping her eyes with her free hand,) I wonder, sometimes.
Thank you for telling me about your brother, too. I'm so sorry that happened. (She gives his hand a squeeze.)
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I don't know, (she says, managing a small chuckle even as she's hurriedly wiping her eyes with her free hand,) I wonder, sometimes.
Thank you for telling me about your brother, too. I'm so sorry that happened. (She gives his hand a squeeze.)