[ He rubs her back a little, the move almost automatic, an attempt at comfort that he wouldn't accept if their positions were reversed. ]
Well, thank you, on behalf of the me in another universe. [ He keeps his tone wry, even if the sentiment is sincere. He hesitates. ] You look like hell, though. No offense.
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Well, thank you, on behalf of the me in another universe. [ He keeps his tone wry, even if the sentiment is sincere. He hesitates. ] You look like hell, though. No offense.