[His arms fall to his sides. There's a not-pleasant feeling settling in the pit of his stomach, that same old guilt again — he pushed it too far last time, he sent her up to the roof earlier, now this.
He reaches out like he's about to touch her arm, then draws his hand back a little too quickly.]
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He reaches out like he's about to touch her arm, then draws his hand back a little too quickly.]
Are you okay?