[She can't tell if she's helped him or made things utterly, incomparably worse. The desperate embrace doesn't fit naturally with what little knowledge she has of the Felix of five years ago, and so she can only ascribe it to the same standards of anybody clutching her like their very life depended on it.
Unfortunately, she's never even dreamed of being held so desperately before, herself.
Luckily, she has written about it.
So, she pretends she's the heroine of a still-ongoing saga and shifts so she can rub slow, comforting circles against his back. Her voice is soft, and terribly gentle.]
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Unfortunately, she's never even dreamed of being held so desperately before, herself.
Luckily, she has written about it.
So, she pretends she's the heroine of a still-ongoing saga and shifts so she can rub slow, comforting circles against his back. Her voice is soft, and terribly gentle.]
Promise you...?