[And it does, in its own way. She only hopes it comforts him, too. She makes no move to draw away of her own volition, just allows this and in fact settles into it, just a little, but before she can get too comfortable, it's over.]
[She looks up at him uncertainly, but then she sees how he isn't quite looking at her. It's not hard to tell he's feeling awkward about it. She is too, in her own way, but-- but he shouldn't have to. He didn't do anything wrong - not that doing things like that is necessarily right, either, not because she didn't appreciate it but because, as in many things, she is not certain that she is worthy. Her brow knits slightly, her lips pursing.]
[And then before she knows it she's stepping after him - she needs more than one little step to make the distance because his legs are so much longer right now - and then somewhere along the line her arms end up around his middle because that's about as high as she can reach right now. Maybe that's her, 'it's okay', for both of them.]
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[She looks up at him uncertainly, but then she sees how he isn't quite looking at her. It's not hard to tell he's feeling awkward about it. She is too, in her own way, but-- but he shouldn't have to. He didn't do anything wrong - not that doing things like that is necessarily right, either, not because she didn't appreciate it but because, as in many things, she is not certain that she is worthy. Her brow knits slightly, her lips pursing.]
[And then before she knows it she's stepping after him - she needs more than one little step to make the distance because his legs are so much longer right now - and then somewhere along the line her arms end up around his middle because that's about as high as she can reach right now. Maybe that's her, 'it's okay', for both of them.]