[Is it really as simple as that? He makes her feel like maybe it can be. And for now, that's enough. Clara's content to reach over and press her hand against his cheek, the one that isn't resting against her. Her touch slips upward until her fingers comb through his hair. It seems like she might be trying to comfort him, but really she's reassuring herself.]
Course we will. There's no other choice but to try.
[Her head turns, pressing an affectionate peck against his forehead. He's been a good friend to her in the short time they've known one another. she can only hope to be the same for him.]
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Course we will. There's no other choice but to try.
[Her head turns, pressing an affectionate peck against his forehead. He's been a good friend to her in the short time they've known one another. she can only hope to be the same for him.]