[Maybe that's all she needed. Acceptance, followed by a comforting hand.
The sobs don't cease - not even close. But she does end up leaning onto his side, curled up and miserable, but clinging still.
Nothing about this is okay. It's wrong, it's so wrong, and it hurts, the wrongness of it, to say nothing of the physical pain it brought. But he's still here, and he's still trying to comfort her, and that soft feeling of a hand on her head...
It reminds her of warmer times, when she would make a mistake and bawl her eyes out until there were no more tears to be shed. And so, here she is, doing that very same thing, even if the mistake in question had been far worse than any she had committed at home. And until the tears run dry, or Hamel decides to leave, there she will stay.]
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The sobs don't cease - not even close. But she does end up leaning onto his side, curled up and miserable, but clinging still.
Nothing about this is okay. It's wrong, it's so wrong, and it hurts, the wrongness of it, to say nothing of the physical pain it brought. But he's still here, and he's still trying to comfort her, and that soft feeling of a hand on her head...
It reminds her of warmer times, when she would make a mistake and bawl her eyes out until there were no more tears to be shed. And so, here she is, doing that very same thing, even if the mistake in question had been far worse than any she had committed at home. And until the tears run dry, or Hamel decides to leave, there she will stay.]