My mother would be so proud. [He turns his head a little to press his lips to her hair — I love you too — his thumb slowly stroking over her knuckles. He clings to that likes a lifeline, focusing on the warmth of her affections until he settles down mentally.]
Are you okay, sweetheart? [The endearment slips out without him meaning to let it go, but he doesn't try to backtrack.] I mean, really?
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Are you okay, sweetheart? [The endearment slips out without him meaning to let it go, but he doesn't try to backtrack.] I mean, really?