[She squeezes his arm hard, her next breath coming out shaky and too harsh.
She's finally stopped crying, Church, don't do this to her.]
Y-yeah. [And then she pushes away from him, a little too quickly but she's going to fall apart all over again if she stays there with him and nothing good will come from crying more. So instead she plucks one of those tart cherry candies out of the stash she's made by the bed, pops it out of the wrapper and turns to offer it to him.]
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She's finally stopped crying, Church, don't do this to her.]
Y-yeah. [And then she pushes away from him, a little too quickly but she's going to fall apart all over again if she stays there with him and nothing good will come from crying more. So instead she plucks one of those tart cherry candies out of the stash she's made by the bed, pops it out of the wrapper and turns to offer it to him.]
Th-They're -were- his favorite.