[Cecelia watches him for a longer beat, her chest tightening. wordlessly, she reaches and takes his hands in both of hers, gently squeezing them with the wish to instill some assurance through simple presence.]
I won't tell you to forget it. We gain little in forgetting, don't we.
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[Cecelia watches him for a longer beat, her chest tightening. wordlessly, she reaches and takes his hands in both of hers, gently squeezing them with the wish to instill some assurance through simple presence.]
I won't tell you to forget it. We gain little in forgetting, don't we.