[feelings demand to be felt. flayn thinks she knows exactly what's happening when beau looks away, because it's not like she doesn't do the same thing when she cries, herself.
impulsively, she reaches for beau's hand.
she doesn't know what to say, but... she can try to be here for her, at the very least.]
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impulsively, she reaches for beau's hand.
she doesn't know what to say, but... she can try to be here for her, at the very least.]
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she won't let herself cry in earnest, not here. but she takes flayn's hand and links their fingers together. ]
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is it could outside?
eh. who cares.]