[Tangling her fingers in his, she feels herself - exhale. All of her deflates, as though some great pressure has finally found an escape through the warp and weft of their combined presence. She does not smile, but at the same time, she feels herself slowing. She's not afraid anymore. Not really.]
I know. I wasn't worried about me. I was worried you'd done something stupid again.
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I know. I wasn't worried about me. I was worried you'd done something stupid again.