[She murmurs and then can't not cry with him. There's so little she can do except hold him and brush her fingers through his hair and not let him go. It doesn't matter right now if Six is grey, it doesn't matter that the shifting about has made her cold again, or that her hair has tangled around the back.
She presses her lips wherever she can and rocks him ever so slightly, wishing she could do more, wishing her healing could ease the awful loss, but it can't. It can't and the woman he loves is gone, which cuts terribly close to home with Six being grey and makes her hurt for him as much for herself. She'd give so much if she could just get Charley back for him. But she knows that's not something she can do, no matter how much she wants it.
She gives him her strength and her arms and cries with him because she has nothing else.]
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She presses her lips wherever she can and rocks him ever so slightly, wishing she could do more, wishing her healing could ease the awful loss, but it can't. It can't and the woman he loves is gone, which cuts terribly close to home with Six being grey and makes her hurt for him as much for herself. She'd give so much if she could just get Charley back for him. But she knows that's not something she can do, no matter how much she wants it.
She gives him her strength and her arms and cries with him because she has nothing else.]