It's okay. [It's not okay, but she can let it be okay, for now. Her hold on him loosens but doesn't drop, and she turns her head to rest it against his shoulder instead. She moves one arm to take his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers again.
Her next breath leaves her slowly, and she lets her eyes close for a moment.]
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Her next breath leaves her slowly, and she lets her eyes close for a moment.]
It's okay, Delmar. Honestly.