[A muffled sound escapes her - somewhere between a sob and a laugh, and she nods against him.]
Yeah, you are.
[Because he's not mocking her for crying or calling her weak. She lets herself hold onto him a moment longer before she forces herself to pull away, sniffing and trying to smile.]
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Yeah, you are.
[Because he's not mocking her for crying or calling her weak. She lets herself hold onto him a moment longer before she forces herself to pull away, sniffing and trying to smile.]
Sorry.