[He doesn't move, at first. He stares fixedly at the floor, his gaze burning. And then, blindly, abruptly, he reaches for her hand, his fingers curling around hers, gripping tight.
And he still doesn't say anything. He just grips at her hand, his shoulders tight and hunched.]
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And he still doesn't say anything. He just grips at her hand, his shoulders tight and hunched.]