[There's not much more she can say at this point--and not solely because it's difficult. If she really needed to vent her spleen, she could try typing it out on the MID, the way she's done with others, but what good would it do?
I'm sorry. I wish I could kiss you. We're going to be fine. I'm going to make us fine, if it kills me. There has to be a way to fix this.
None of that will help either of them, but lying down might. The greatest comfort they seem to find is in silent nearness and the weight of each other's hands.
She squeezes him close for a moment before letting go and turning away to return to her side of the bed. There's no comfortable way for her to sleep except flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling (and even then, it's probably not going to be all that comfortable), and there's no graceful way to pull Han to bed the way she might under other circumstances.]
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[There's not much more she can say at this point--and not solely because it's difficult. If she really needed to vent her spleen, she could try typing it out on the MID, the way she's done with others, but what good would it do?
I'm sorry. I wish I could kiss you. We're going to be fine. I'm going to make us fine, if it kills me. There has to be a way to fix this.
None of that will help either of them, but lying down might. The greatest comfort they seem to find is in silent nearness and the weight of each other's hands.
She squeezes him close for a moment before letting go and turning away to return to her side of the bed. There's no comfortable way for her to sleep except flat on her back, staring up at the ceiling (and even then, it's probably not going to be all that comfortable), and there's no graceful way to pull Han to bed the way she might under other circumstances.]