[His hands fall back to his sides. But not without some hesitation. His natural instinct is to help. To support. And it's hard to fight against it. Especially when someone seems to be suffering.]
Okay. I'll -- I'm here if you need anything.
[Because what else can you do? His hands slide into his pockets. His weight shifting slightly back from her. Unsure of what else to do with himself while she composes herself -- he won't push. That never helps, he's noticed.]
[And then his head snaps up. His eyes widening before they drop to his right hand. To where he swears he can still hear the occasional whir of machinery within.]
I -- I didn't -- [Oh god. What did she see?] I'm sorry.
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Okay. I'll -- I'm here if you need anything.
[Because what else can you do? His hands slide into his pockets. His weight shifting slightly back from her. Unsure of what else to do with himself while she composes herself -- he won't push. That never helps, he's noticed.]
[And then his head snaps up. His eyes widening before they drop to his right hand. To where he swears he can still hear the occasional whir of machinery within.]
I -- I didn't -- [Oh god. What did she see?] I'm sorry.