[He wishes she could be. He wishes all were easier. But he doesn't need it to be. This divide will not kill him.
He leans on in, bumping his head to hers, nuzzling a bit.]
You've done a lot. Just today you got on pushing much with this, with everything. And I know still you're hurting. Would only make us unhappy if you got pretending like you wasn't.
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He leans on in, bumping his head to hers, nuzzling a bit.]
You've done a lot. Just today you got on pushing much with this, with everything. And I know still you're hurting. Would only make us unhappy if you got pretending like you wasn't.
[He rubs his thumb over the top of her hand.]
Mere wish it'd not worry you so.