[ Her hands squeeze, knead at the muscle. She can feel how tense he is and now that it's there, now that she realizes she's part (or all) of the reason behind it and sees that tension up close gradually relaxing in his face, damn does she feel a pang of guilt. ]
I'm sorry.
[ This hits a little close to home for her as well— how she feels towards Flynn, how she'd gone so long believing she could've helped him, bullet to the chest or not. How she'd blamed herself. ]
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[ Her hands squeeze, knead at the muscle. She can feel how tense he is and now that it's there, now that she realizes she's part (or all) of the reason behind it and sees that tension up close gradually relaxing in his face, damn does she feel a pang of guilt. ]
I'm sorry.
[ This hits a little close to home for her as well— how she feels towards Flynn, how she'd gone so long believing she could've helped him, bullet to the chest or not. How she'd blamed herself. ]