The tears seem so, so much cleaner, somehow, than the screaming and the shaking. L murmurs fondly, comfortingly, and runs his fingers through A's hair.
"Very brave, dearest." He reaches out with his free arm and snags a box of kleenex off his bedside table, setting it down on his knees.
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Date: 2008-06-05 09:57 pm (UTC)"Very brave, dearest." He reaches out with his free arm and snags a box of kleenex off his bedside table, setting it down on his knees.