[She tenses when he pulls back, but at least the worry about his reaction is enough to get her to look at him, and maybe that fear and hurt is reflected in her own expression, just a little.
She shakes her head, gaze dropping.]
You don't have to figure it out.
[Still that same reassuring tone, even if her voice is a bit tight.]
It's my shit to deal with, not yours. [a breath, shaky, trying to steady herself for what comes next, because it's hard to admit:] You don't have to fix me.
[That's not his job, and she's sure it isn't what he signed up for, when he first kissed her all those months ago.]
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She shakes her head, gaze dropping.]
You don't have to figure it out.
[Still that same reassuring tone, even if her voice is a bit tight.]
It's my shit to deal with, not yours. [a breath, shaky, trying to steady herself for what comes next, because it's hard to admit:] You don't have to fix me.
[That's not his job, and she's sure it isn't what he signed up for, when he first kissed her all those months ago.]