[ A little shake of her head, as her neck stretches out in surprise—that little bird thing. It highlights the scar on her neck. ]
St- Steve, no, you're hurt. [ Is it painful for him to move his arm? Is it hurting him, to comfort her? She scoots closer, so they're on the same couch cushion, if only so he doesn't have to stretch. ] I'm— I'm f-fine, I'll be fine, you're the one who's...
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St- Steve, no, you're hurt. [ Is it painful for him to move his arm? Is it hurting him, to comfort her? She scoots closer, so they're on the same couch cushion, if only so he doesn't have to stretch. ] I'm— I'm f-fine, I'll be fine, you're the one who's...