[At some point her voice trails off; she noticed that he's not listening, caught up in his own thoughts so that even if she continues to what she'd hoped would be a comforting conclusion to the tale, it would be lost on him.
Another time, then.
She brushes his hair back once more, movements even slower and more careful that before after the way he'd flinched from her. Leaning forward, she peers up into his face, offering him a small, gentle smile.]
Isn't there anything I can do for you? No one should be so sad.
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Another time, then.
She brushes his hair back once more, movements even slower and more careful that before after the way he'd flinched from her. Leaning forward, she peers up into his face, offering him a small, gentle smile.]
Isn't there anything I can do for you? No one should be so sad.