You died. ( she says it gently, but matter-of-fact. no beating around the bush. the arm draped over him leaves a hand dangling and she drags her fingertips idly up and down the inside of his forearm. ) That isn't something you just... Move on from. ( she hooks her arm around him and curves her hand under his ribcage and squeezes him. she wants to fix it. ) Is there anything I can do?
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