She let's go of his hand, flinching away like she's been burned.
And then stands up to walk over to his side of the booth and sit next to him. She's not even going to hesitate to curl up against him -- sorry Buzen -- and just finishing crying in his shoulder.
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She let's go of his hand, flinching away like she's been burned.
And then stands up to walk over to his side of the booth and sit next to him. She's not even going to hesitate to curl up against him -- sorry Buzen -- and just finishing crying in his shoulder.
Weh. ]