I think we’re a little too late for that. [ There’s amusement layered in his voice as he reaches to slide a fingertip against a wet cheek, catching a stray tear she’d missed. ] But I don’t really mind.
[ When she’s done with the handkerchief, he cups her face in his hands once more, cradling it gently. ]
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[ When she’s done with the handkerchief, he cups her face in his hands once more, cradling it gently. ]
Feel better now?