[She's loath to let go of him even for a second, but it's still only for a second — just long enough for her to bring her hands up and take his face in them, as much to keep him from trying to bury it in his hands as to help him stay looking at her.]
Don't run off.
[And she leans in toward him, touching her lips first to the high curve of one cheek, then the other, and then finally up to his forehead.]
But you don't have to be strong right now, either. Not for me.
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Don't run off.
[And she leans in toward him, touching her lips first to the high curve of one cheek, then the other, and then finally up to his forehead.]
But you don't have to be strong right now, either. Not for me.