[...they take the hand away and also take a step back.]
...okay. [they. aren't entirely sure what to say to that, so they pause to think.] Perhaps it would be best to retire to your room for the evening...you need rest after a long day.
[lup...not that they blame her. when she sits up though, they do scuttle forward a little and move to hug her. fine. it is affection week, and...it's familiar anyway.]
...better? [they say, with zero signs of letting go.]
[it is always hug hours? this is going to be terrible when affection week is over and they can't just blame the hotel for this. they aren't going to be the first to let go though...and perhaps there's a little relief in their posture now.]
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sits at the bar and bangs her head against the counter goodbye]
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[she says, muffled.]
Forget it. Forget I said anything, I'm just - not. Fuck it! Fuck it.
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...okay. [they. aren't entirely sure what to say to that, so they pause to think.] Perhaps it would be best to retire to your room for the evening...you need rest after a long day.
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and then she breathes in deeply and turns around to hold out her hands to them.]
... Okay. Hug me first, though. [indulge her. >:(]
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...better? [they say, with zero signs of letting go.]
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[it doesn't fix everything, but... it's okay. she hugs them very, very tightly. just let her stay here for a bit before she goes anywhere.
they might need it a little too, so.]
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