[Scott's hand closes on hers, gentle and loose. He doesn't pull her toward him, just steps closer and wraps his free arm around her shoulders. He holds her close, bending so she'll be more comfortable. He doesn't know if she's manipulating or not, but he wants to believe the latter. She's not a bad person.]
It's okay.
[He murmurs it over her shoulder, past her hair. It's not okay, not in the good way, but it's okay to cry, if she needs to. He won't tell anyone she fell apart, and he won't leave until she's put together again.]
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It's okay.
[He murmurs it over her shoulder, past her hair. It's not okay, not in the good way, but it's okay to cry, if she needs to. He won't tell anyone she fell apart, and he won't leave until she's put together again.]