He nodded then, relieved, glanced from her downturned face to their hands. She had only pulled one away, and some part of him was stuck on that fact. The part of him that wasn't stuck on the lost look in her eyes not fifteen minutes ago. "Good," he murmured, and then again, his voice stronger. "Good." Gently, he curled his fingers around her hand, gave it a soft squeeze.
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