[The feeling was almost mutual. That he could see her smiles, and almost read her eyes was singularly redeeming, but it still didn't compensate for the fact that he couldn't hold her properly. Trying to push the thought aside he shuffled on the bed, moving to stand up, brushing his hand against hers in a gesture to make her take his hand so he could guide her to her feet.]
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We'll cope.