Unable to help himself, he closed the distance to put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. In his other hand was a handkerchief with his initials sewn in—one his favorite gifts he’d received since arriving. He raised it in offering. Even if he couldn’t do anything else now, he could make sure she wasn’t crying alone.
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Date: 2025-01-05 06:28 am (UTC)