[There's a small stinging pang when she flinches away from him, his hand frozen in midair before it slowly retracts as he watches her retreat to the bed. This feeling of rejection... He never thought it would hit so hard. Hard enough that for a moment the lights flicker and dim, cold air swirling around him before it dissipates. But he also understands her position, especially when she admits how overwhelming she's feeling. And with the shadows seeming to stretch over her, that sense of loneliness magnifies.
He slowly steps towards her, dropping down to one knee in front of her as he takes that clenched hand into his before looking up.]
I told you before. You don't have to deal with it alone.
[His grip tightens.]
What can I do to help?
[What can he do so she doesn't look like she's suffering anymore? To bring her back to before?]
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He slowly steps towards her, dropping down to one knee in front of her as he takes that clenched hand into his before looking up.]
I told you before. You don't have to deal with it alone.
[His grip tightens.]
What can I do to help?
[What can he do so she doesn't look like she's suffering anymore? To bring her back to before?]