[ slowly the hand he's been stroking turns over and her fingers grasp and simply hold his in hers. her hand is warm, almost hot—but not sweaty and gross like certain people not to be named or present in this thread
she turns her face to him, still tear-streaked, but—smiling, she croaks: ]
Just not by my hair, okay? [ sniff ] I wear a hat, but... I don't want to go bald.
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like certain people not to be named or present in this threadshe turns her face to him, still tear-streaked, but—smiling, she croaks: ]
Just not by my hair, okay? [ sniff ] I wear a hat, but... I don't want to go bald.
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( a light quiet laugh as he locks their fingers together. )
So try not to be afraid. No matter what, I'll stick by you.
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[ especially after everything they've been through. ]