[it's the noncommittal noise that finally has him opening his eyes. not that he thinks she's physically hurt, but he can only imagine what her brain is helpfully supplying her with.]
Stop. Stop feeling guilty. [he wriggles his hand around until he can wind their fingers together, squeezing.]
[his grip is tight, both for his comfort and hers as the pain in his back ebbs and flows, like it's trying to figure out what to do. the worst is over, he just needs a bit more before he trusts himself to move.]
I overestimated how much I could hold. It's going to pass soon.
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Stop. Stop feeling guilty. [he wriggles his hand around until he can wind their fingers together, squeezing.]
[his grip is tight, both for his comfort and hers as the pain in his back ebbs and flows, like it's trying to figure out what to do. the worst is over, he just needs a bit more before he trusts himself to move.]
I overestimated how much I could hold. It's going to pass soon.