[She's stiff, if only for a milisecond, before her arms wrap around him tightly. She sniffles and holds on as best she can. It feels absolutely wonderful to be hugged because Eleven isn't here anymore and can't do it, neither can Clara or her mother. She's really trying her best to be strong about this, to not show anyone that it upsets her. Her eyes, still burning, become blurry, only for her cheeks to become wet and hot.
Oh.
Oh...
She hides her face in Eight's shoulder, feeling absolutely appalled at herself and actions and everything. So the hug is welcomed, is a reprieve, a relief.]
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Oh.
Oh...
She hides her face in Eight's shoulder, feeling absolutely appalled at herself and actions and everything. So the hug is welcomed, is a reprieve, a relief.]