Don't be. It's okay. [ She says again softly because it's okay to cry, it's okay to feel. She moves to straddle his waist more so she can sit up and touch his face with both hands, thumbs slipping over his cheeks gently.] You just lost your mom, Tyler. It's okay. [ She leans down to kiss one of the tears away before pressing her forehead to his. ] I'm here. [ And if he'll let her, if he wants to, she'll move to roll them a bit so she can hold him better, hold him against her unless he wants her to stay where they are, she can do that too.]
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