[ marcos halts their walk and crosses in front of her, a frown etched on his face. it's almost automatic to reach out, to rest one hand on her shoulder and the other lightly against her cheek to try and draw her attention back to him, back away from those thoughts and outward.
he doesn't know what she's talking about and this is probably not the time to ask. he doesn't want to make her remember more of what seems to be a traumatic experience. ]
You're okay. You're not in a cage, no one's shooting at you, you're good. You're a little drunk but so am I. Okay? Look at me, focus there. You're good. I promise.
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[ marcos halts their walk and crosses in front of her, a frown etched on his face. it's almost automatic to reach out, to rest one hand on her shoulder and the other lightly against her cheek to try and draw her attention back to him, back away from those thoughts and outward.
he doesn't know what she's talking about and this is probably not the time to ask. he doesn't want to make her remember more of what seems to be a traumatic experience. ]
You're okay. You're not in a cage, no one's shooting at you, you're good. You're a little drunk but so am I. Okay? Look at me, focus there. You're good. I promise.