[No matter how quiet he is, he can't keep her from hearing it. It creeps into an exhausted dream and Ril stirs, instantly curling herself around him, not at all awake. Her words are Antedan, soft, gentle things, as she buries herself against him, finally awake.
She doesn't ask and doesn't tell him it'll be fine because that's not the way it works. You don't just get over someone like Charley, you can't. You have to live with it, breathe with the ache of it, survive it every day. And she can't help trembling herself as she smooths a hand over his hair.]
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She doesn't ask and doesn't tell him it'll be fine because that's not the way it works. You don't just get over someone like Charley, you can't. You have to live with it, breathe with the ache of it, survive it every day. And she can't help trembling herself as she smooths a hand over his hair.]