[ Don't worry, Kamina, you got this one right. It's what she wanted but could never, ever ask for; sometimes pride ends up hurting more than it helps. And after Grace, she couldn't reach out, she couldn't, even if she logically knew there wouldn't be anything to worry about--
She twists her hands in the fabric of his shirt, sobbing onto his chest, shoulders shaking. She thought she'd cried herself out in the rain, but it seems that was just a warm-up ]
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She twists her hands in the fabric of his shirt, sobbing onto his chest, shoulders shaking. She thought she'd cried herself out in the rain, but it seems that was just a warm-up ]