[Ben lets go of the hand she lifts away, still watching and ready to pluck it back to him if she looks to do anything harmful to herself with it. He's concerned enough to reach for her but not confident enough to hold on if she pulls away even slightly.
Now she points and he glances over at the empty corner, at the equipment stored there, and back to her. He would happily carry whatever she put on him at this point, he knows intimately what failure feels like, but he doesn't know what she means.]
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Now she points and he glances over at the empty corner, at the equipment stored there, and back to her. He would happily carry whatever she put on him at this point, he knows intimately what failure feels like, but he doesn't know what she means.]
Do I see what?