[She gets herself free of it at last, over onto the clear spot of the floor away from the shrapnel left over from the glass breaking, and carefully lowers herself down onto the ground near him, unwilling to touch him just yet but more than close enough to, once he'll let her.]
Trevor, I'm going to put my hand over yours. Your right hand. You'll feel my fingers in just a second.
[Carefully, carefully, she edges her hand across the floor, first bumping up against the side of his, then creeping up and over it until her smaller one is covering the back of his like a blanket.
She holds it there a minute, just so that he can feel her hand there, and then slowly she starts a cadence of barely-there squeezes to his hand, just enough pressure to be felt, timed to the beat of her heart.]
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[She gets herself free of it at last, over onto the clear spot of the floor away from the shrapnel left over from the glass breaking, and carefully lowers herself down onto the ground near him, unwilling to touch him just yet but more than close enough to, once he'll let her.]
Trevor, I'm going to put my hand over yours. Your right hand. You'll feel my fingers in just a second.
[Carefully, carefully, she edges her hand across the floor, first bumping up against the side of his, then creeping up and over it until her smaller one is covering the back of his like a blanket.
She holds it there a minute, just so that he can feel her hand there, and then slowly she starts a cadence of barely-there squeezes to his hand, just enough pressure to be felt, timed to the beat of her heart.]