[she doesn't cry, but god is it a close thing. she just stays where she is, in her stupid pink sweater that she tore up without a thought to fix his knuckles, in a room where nine other people were excited to get animal charms from her, with a pirate who said i see you, nimona. i've got you.
she hides her face, and holds onto him so tightly she might accidentally leave marks. digs her claws in. don't leave, don't go.]
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she hides her face, and holds onto him so tightly she might accidentally leave marks. digs her claws in. don't leave, don't go.]