[ Santana does not at all expect the hug, and she’s stiff for a few moments before slowly wrapping her arms around Stephen in return. People don’t usually do this. Santana’s parents are tough-love types, and back home, she’s managed to push almost everyone else in her life away before they could get this close. This is new. But it’s also kind of nice. ]
I don’t — I don’t think you can.
[ That’s Santana, ever the realist. ]
But, um, thanks. For being — nice.
[ Santana’s tripping over her words, now. This isn’t how she usually talks — something is pushing her, and while she’s still struggling to get the words out, it’s probably good that she says all this. ]
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I don’t — I don’t think you can.
[ That’s Santana, ever the realist. ]
But, um, thanks. For being — nice.
[ Santana’s tripping over her words, now. This isn’t how she usually talks — something is pushing her, and while she’s still struggling to get the words out, it’s probably good that she says all this. ]