[That wrenches at something inside Cato's chest, a physical tug and pull of something that makes him lose his breath for the briefest of moments. He has to make this right. Has to.
He doesn't know if this is going to trigger her into even more freaking out but he just...has to hold her right now. Cato scoots closer, cups the back of her head in his hand like it's something he does every day (he tries to) and mumbles as she cries.]
I'm not leaving. I won't, okay? I won't leave. Ever.
[It's fierce but quiet. It's meant for her ears only.]
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He doesn't know if this is going to trigger her into even more freaking out but he just...has to hold her right now. Cato scoots closer, cups the back of her head in his hand like it's something he does every day (he tries to) and mumbles as she cries.]
I'm not leaving. I won't, okay? I won't leave. Ever.
[It's fierce but quiet. It's meant for her ears only.]