[He stared at her for a moment, the inevitable guilt washing over him. He hadn't expected this reaction, he'd thought she would just say something snarky again, maybe challenge him for hitting her, something that'd make the action easier for him to justify... but instead she started crying, started going on about..]
What? Sharon-- Sorry-- I--
[He knelt before her, one hand going to her face to brush the tears away, even if she would pull away.] Our children-- Where are they? [The question is asked gently.] I wouldn't hurt them, you gotta know that.
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What? Sharon-- Sorry-- I--
[He knelt before her, one hand going to her face to brush the tears away, even if she would pull away.] Our children-- Where are they? [The question is asked gently.] I wouldn't hurt them, you gotta know that.