[The fact that he even tries to comfort her is enough for Anne, who flashes a hint of a fragile smile at him, her shoulders sagging with relief that she doesn’t need to be a force of strength for the rest of the evening.]
Ja. Tomorrow. I can do it, tomorrow. [She stretches, then, intending to keep her promise to leave him alone, scoots off the edge of his bed, taking a seat on the floor.]
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Ja. Tomorrow. I can do it, tomorrow. [She stretches, then, intending to keep her promise to leave him alone, scoots off the edge of his bed, taking a seat on the floor.]