She breathes, carefully, and listens to the voice with an accent she never encountered in her old life. She lets the more posh voice float away to whatever dark hole it's living in. She knows it'll be back, it just... needs to go away now.
"Give me a hug?" She asks, swallowing down the reflexive disclaimer where it can't find the light of day. She leans into him, borrowing his warmth.
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"Give me a hug?" She asks, swallowing down the reflexive disclaimer where it can't find the light of day. She leans into him, borrowing his warmth.