"It's nothing," she whispered, denied until the very end. It was the only way. Only way she could get through anything; she was sure of it. But her eyes closed, her arms encircling his waist and clinging to the back of his shoulders. She leaned against him, buried her face into his chest. That was soothing. That helped. Chased all the bad stuff away.
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Date: 2010-05-15 08:45 pm (UTC)