[ Okay, that kind of posture isn't good enough. Instead of slipping into the seat opposite her, he sits next to her.
At first he presses his hands onto the table, then slips them down to his knees as he leans back. He bites his lower lip, letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding when she finally speaks. ]
Stop blaming yourself. You don't need to.
[ That same hand that had led her into the booth reaches out to pull her over now, pulling her into a half hug. ]
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At first he presses his hands onto the table, then slips them down to his knees as he leans back. He bites his lower lip, letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding when she finally speaks. ]
Stop blaming yourself. You don't need to.
[ That same hand that had led her into the booth reaches out to pull her over now, pulling her into a half hug. ]
I'm fine, see! As fresh as a daisy.