[The movement hurts her ribs, but the need for this comfort overwhelms any pain she might be feeling right now. Arms tucked against his chest, Daisy presses her face into his shoulder as she feels the tears spilling over. She doesn't want him to see her like this, but she has absolutely no control over it right now.]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't--
[Daisy feels guilty for reacting like this when he has just had to relive the death of his brother.]
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I'm sorry. I shouldn't--
[Daisy feels guilty for reacting like this when he has just had to relive the death of his brother.]
Your memory was much worse.