[She moves slowly, like he's a dog baring his teeth at her - her free hand going to his shoulders, carefully, and finally to his face. She strokes his face carefully, thumb over his cheekbone, and she grips his hand, tight, too.
Maybe this would be easier for him if he were a dog. But she doesn't think about it, she doesn't suggest it. She just keeps holding his hand as if he's a lifeline, or maybe as if she's his.]
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Maybe this would be easier for him if he were a dog. But she doesn't think about it, she doesn't suggest it. She just keeps holding his hand as if he's a lifeline, or maybe as if she's his.]