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[Asch pauses for a long moment, listening quietly to the sounds she's making- the protests, the apology, the signs of her continued crying. She was feeling it, too, and trying to hide it for his sake, wasn't she? Even though she was failing so badly at it.

Idiot.

Wordlessly he turns back towards her and stretches a hand out, reaching blindly for a few seconds before he finds her, gripping her sleeve. There she is. With a light tug he urges her closer, his hand sliding up to rest on the crown of her head. His lips are pursed, and his pain is showing a little more clearly now, but he says nothing, letting his actions try to convey what's on his mind.

Stupid girl, it's okay to cry.]