[ Flynn startles, more at the contact than anything. It's over almost as quickly as it began, which is probably for the best because his attention is very quickly stolen by the tears on her face and the way she's pulling at them, trying to compose herself. The realization crashes in on the heels of his sudden awareness that they are in the lobby, very much in public—
With one hand pressed between her shoulders, Flynn steers her away from the center stone toward the pristine couches and the little fire crackling merrily, uselessly away. They are the same few couches that they had huddled on before, his head in her lap, before things had exploded, but Flynn will think about that later. ]
Here.
[ He murmurs, half in her ear. ]
We can get away from— you don't have to be composed. It's alright.
[ His own voice is tight, choked around the edges, wet in his throat. Relief and worry and fear coil together into a strange beast in his belly. ]
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With one hand pressed between her shoulders, Flynn steers her away from the center stone toward the pristine couches and the little fire crackling merrily, uselessly away. They are the same few couches that they had huddled on before, his head in her lap, before things had exploded, but Flynn will think about that later. ]
Here.
[ He murmurs, half in her ear. ]
We can get away from— you don't have to be composed. It's alright.
[ His own voice is tight, choked around the edges, wet in his throat. Relief and worry and fear coil together into a strange beast in his belly. ]