[The more Benjamin's tears flow, the more Maya's do. She shifts her own hands, wiping at some of his tears before writing it off as a futile effort. It hurts to sit up, but still she tries. She wants to throw her arms around him and cling to him like a child might.
Had she ever done that? It was hard to say. She can barely recall being a child.]
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Had she ever done that? It was hard to say. She can barely recall being a child.]
I -- Have something for you.
[She doesn't move to grab it, though.]