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[nonvenomous]

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[nonvenomous]

“Of course.”

Why wouldn’t he be.

He’s looked up again and it’s hard to see his face this close against him, little in the way of inflection to support his assurance one way or the other.

This has been a long hug.

[tender]

Listen, sometimes a hug takes several weeks to complete.

There is faint skepticism in her expression when she does draw back. Her arms are full of his cloak now, and her fingers curl into the fabric.

"Alright."

Because it isn't really her place to contradict. Whatever she suspects, she puts it aside for the moment to tell him, "Thank you."

Richard has been very kind. He could have put her out the door rather than offered any comfort at all.

[nonvenomous]

Weeks, months. Time is a flat circle.

She draws back and he releases the lock on his hold, easy, fabric slithering. He doesn’t seem to clock the skepticism. You can’t address something you have no desire to perceive.

“Don’t mention it.” Quiet, a little wry in the glance he gives her as he turns back for his trunk.

He means it.