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“Happens to the best of us.” Her fingers reach up, feather light, to caress his cheek. She scootches a little closer, and absently plays with a lock of his hair. “Anything I can do to help?”

Closing his eyes at her touch, a breath left him a little heavily. It felt very nice. And as she moved closer, his hand crept to rest on top of her arm, just enjoying the touch and knowing someone was close.

“Just being here helps on an emotional level.” He opened his eyes again. “I’m sorry I had a breakdown.”