[Refute it all he wants, she is and will be stubborn on this one. Stubborn, but patient, as she listens and waits for him to sort through his thoughts and let them out, and one hand moves to find his hand, to thread her fingers through his. He'll feel them shaking between his own.]
I... I think I could feel it. Whatever it was.
[But she remains steady and present as she rests a kiss against the side of his head.]
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I... I think I could feel it. Whatever it was.
[But she remains steady and present as she rests a kiss against the side of his head.]
You can tell me.