You don't have to keep talking about it I'm sorry.
[He is. He'd never had much strength against a little girl crying. He lets her lean against him, rubbing her back and making soft noises until she speaks again. He won't press it anymore. He feels bad enough for making her cry as it is.]
I can do that. [He smiles down into her hair, reaches for the book again. He shifts her around in his lap so she doesn't have to sit up to see the pages, just turn her head.] So, once upon at time...
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[He is. He'd never had much strength against a little girl crying. He lets her lean against him, rubbing her back and making soft noises until she speaks again. He won't press it anymore. He feels bad enough for making her cry as it is.]
I can do that. [He smiles down into her hair, reaches for the book again. He shifts her around in his lap so she doesn't have to sit up to see the pages, just turn her head.] So, once upon at time...