[ She watches him as he moves to rest his forehead against her hand. The gesture...grateful as it was..felt wrong.
What good was that friendship if--]
I didn't do anything, Cú.
[ She accepted that. She felt guilty about it, sure, but it was a fact. It's not that she wanted him to try and make her feel better about it. It was something she needed to figure out for herself if she wanted to change things.
She crouches down so she's eye level with him, sandwiching his hand with both of hers. ]
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What good was that friendship if--]
I didn't do anything, Cú.
[ She accepted that. She felt guilty about it, sure, but it was a fact. It's not that she wanted him to try and make her feel better about it. It was something she needed to figure out for herself if she wanted to change things.
She crouches down so she's eye level with him, sandwiching his hand with both of hers. ]
Tell them. I'm sure they'd be happy.