I must...must look stupid. I'm sorry. I don't...cry pretty. Like in stories.
[Which is largely her main frame of reference for crying outside of her own. Such is her life really.
His hand is so warm as it dries her face though. She's never had someone to dry her eyes. Because even when her uncle was alive, she remembers trying her best not to cry in front of him. To avoid worrying him.
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[Which is largely her main frame of reference for crying outside of her own. Such is her life really.
His hand is so warm as it dries her face though. She's never had someone to dry her eyes. Because even when her uncle was alive, she remembers trying her best not to cry in front of him. To avoid worrying him.
She sniffs a little.]