[He detects it - that tiny fragment of emotion. It's in the way she does not meet his eyes, her whole body still and somehow tense. And it's that emotion that prompts him to move.
He sits beside her on the bed - close, but not too close.]
Hey.
[And with a gentle touch (he is always gentle with her), he puts his fingers under her chin and tilts her head so he can look at her face. The corner of his mouth pulls into a very small half-smile.]
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He sits beside her on the bed - close, but not too close.]
Hey.
[And with a gentle touch (he is always gentle with her), he puts his fingers under her chin and tilts her head so he can look at her face. The corner of his mouth pulls into a very small half-smile.]
I'm not dead.
[An obvious fact. But it's a reassurance.]