[She'd been winding up to feel selfish and guilty. That look jars her. First into uneasiness. Then hesitation. She can't corral the expression that creeps onto her own face, brows pulling together, trying to...read, understand, predict? Searching for some track to take, finding nothing immediately promising.
Something occurs to her then. Sort of a gamble. Helpful, if true.]
Do you - [mnope] Can - [canceled.]
[She fumbles visibly, gaze creeping to the floor and everything else frozen in place. Rolls some words around her mind with slippery hands.]
I changed my mind, [very quiet voice and very quick follow-up,] can I hug you?
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Something occurs to her then. Sort of a gamble. Helpful, if true.]
Do you - [mnope] Can - [canceled.]
[She fumbles visibly, gaze creeping to the floor and everything else frozen in place. Rolls some words around her mind with slippery hands.]
I changed my mind, [very quiet voice and very quick follow-up,] can I hug you?