[ Her response only comes after she sniffles several times in quick succession in an attempt to catch her breath. The soothing quality of his hand against her spine does help ground her some, as does the familiar scent of him. Unbidden a thought flits through her mind: crying aside, she doesn't want to be apart from him . ]
You didn't make me cry.
[ Well he had, but not in the way that he might imply that he had. She looks up, face splotchy, red and running at his offer. All too aware of that she's quick to pluck the handkerchief from him. Burying her face into it, there's a dainty honk followed by burying her face into it. ]
You mean you don't want your shirt acting as a handkerchief?
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You didn't make me cry.
[ Well he had, but not in the way that he might imply that he had. She looks up, face splotchy, red and running at his offer. All too aware of that she's quick to pluck the handkerchief from him. Burying her face into it, there's a dainty honk followed by burying her face into it. ]
You mean you don't want your shirt acting as a handkerchief?