[ An awkward chuckle, more like a breathy smile, slips out of her and she hunches her shoulder, drawing away from the touch in the least defensive manner she can. She doesn’t know how to accept that kind of care and support still. She isn’t used to having it. ]
I know.
[ A beat passes. She nods past him. ]
They’re gonna think we bailed on the tab. We should get back.
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I know.
[ A beat passes. She nods past him. ]
They’re gonna think we bailed on the tab. We should get back.