[ He leans down a bit to kiss her forehead, then the tip of her nose. It feels a little like they're whistling through the graveyard, but he can't think of anything else he can offer her, or anything else they can do. It is what it is. And it hurts. ]
Yeah, we'll keep them safe. [ His forehead resting gently against hers, his hand drops to her chest, a big broad fingertip tracing a circle over her heart. ] Right here.
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Yeah, we'll keep them safe. [ His forehead resting gently against hers, his hand drops to her chest, a big broad fingertip tracing a circle over her heart. ] Right here.