[It doesn't take long for him to hear her. They aren't separated by rooms, not with the table being on the other side of a wall for them. It's easy to hear her suck in breath and try not to be loud and it's easy to sit there and pillow his head on his arms because he's tired.
It's all very easy to separate their little breakdowns from one another.
Until he hears his name. It makes him jolt upright in his seat, suddenly much more awake than he had been.
He doesn't even remember getting up from his seat, but he does and he's kneeling in front of her now. He's within an arms length of her and it's hard not to reach out and pull her in - it's hard not to comfort her but he remembers how she died and how she gets when he surprises her like that. He's not sure so he just crouches in front of her.]
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It's all very easy to separate their little breakdowns from one another.
Until he hears his name. It makes him jolt upright in his seat, suddenly much more awake than he had been.
He doesn't even remember getting up from his seat, but he does and he's kneeling in front of her now. He's within an arms length of her and it's hard not to reach out and pull her in - it's hard not to comfort her but he remembers how she died and how she gets when he surprises her like that. He's not sure so he just crouches in front of her.]
Hey. Hey. Clove? Stay with me.