[she listens closely to this, watching him with a focused expression.
and when he squeezes her hand, she twines their fingers together and squeezes back. she has her own share of issues, but she is always sure she exists, and if she can be a string that keeps him here, she'd like to be.]
But if someone did find you, that would happen less, yes? [...] It'd be like patching a hole in a roof.
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and when he squeezes her hand, she twines their fingers together and squeezes back. she has her own share of issues, but she is always sure she exists, and if she can be a string that keeps him here, she'd like to be.]
But if someone did find you, that would happen less, yes? [...] It'd be like patching a hole in a roof.