*She fetches a handkerchief from the pocket of her dressing gown and moves to his side, offering it up. One hand goes to lightly touch his shoulder in a bit of motherly concern.*
Sweetheart. Dry your tears, have a sip of your drink, and start from the beginning.
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Date: 2011-09-06 05:35 pm (UTC)Sweetheart. Dry your tears, have a sip of your drink, and start from the beginning.