[She is shaking even worse, in spite of a shower and clean clothes, and fucking clinging to a child but--she hears him.]
Is there more?
[She knows there must be. But her fingers stay in his hair and God, he's such a a kid, in his sweet awkwardness and all, and it sobers her up more than anything to feel protective. She doesn't know what to do except care about someone else.]
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[She is shaking even worse, in spite of a shower and clean clothes, and fucking clinging to a child but--she hears him.]
Is there more?
[She knows there must be. But her fingers stay in his hair and God, he's such a a kid, in his sweet awkwardness and all, and it sobers her up more than anything to feel protective. She doesn't know what to do except care about someone else.]