[ this is going to become a tug-o-war of who helps who more, isn't it—! ]
Thank you, Miss Sharon . . . [ from the top of her, his head leans in to the hold they both have on each other. he can't reject her. rejecting her help would be rejecting her comfort, her everything that she's giving him. falco relents his thoughts after a moment to give her the smallest of lists: ] Just snacks . . . And maybe a book?
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Thank you, Miss Sharon . . . [ from the top of her, his head leans in to the hold they both have on each other. he can't reject her. rejecting her help would be rejecting her comfort, her everything that she's giving him. falco relents his thoughts after a moment to give her the smallest of lists: ] Just snacks . . . And maybe a book?
[ perle could read for him, he thinks— ]