[ She moves to pour more into his glass before she comes back to him, her hand moving to rest on his chest, over his heart. She offers the glass with her gaze on his face because she has no idea what to say, desperate to just make it better but she knows there's nothing she can do.
They're just kids, kids forced to grow up faster than they should. She takes his free hand to bring up to her lips, kissing his palm.] I know I... I know nothing I can do or say can make it better but I wish I could.
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They're just kids, kids forced to grow up faster than they should. She takes his free hand to bring up to her lips, kissing his palm.] I know I... I know nothing I can do or say can make it better but I wish I could.