[He holds onto her a little too tight, a little too long, for comfort. His hand is buried in her hair, the one with the phone pressed into her waist. She's calming, a comfort.]
Shh. It's not your fault. [Or his, he knows, or Beatty's, or Jean's.] It's not anyone's fault. It's okay. [It's as close to okay as it can be, at least.]
She's safe. I'm safe. Her mom's safe. It's all right, okay?
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branchandroot
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Date: 2015-02-11 10:44 am (UTC)Shh. It's not your fault. [Or his, he knows, or Beatty's, or Jean's.] It's not anyone's fault. It's okay. [It's as close to okay as it can be, at least.]
She's safe. I'm safe. Her mom's safe. It's all right, okay?