[His response at first is a quiet hum, a pause, then a tilt of his head, leaning his body enough to rest his head against hers, wanting to get closer. He hadn't meant to bring it up as if seeking a pity party or anything, but now that it's out in the open, he fully recognizes how it sounded. And that's just not fair.]
Don't start worrying about me, now. I'm not going anywhere.
[Which is an empty promise, okay, he knows that. But he needs to say it.]
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Don't start worrying about me, now. I'm not going anywhere.
[Which is an empty promise, okay, he knows that. But he needs to say it.]